Suky gave me a colorful, attractive, decorative, adorable little turkey for Thanksgiving, and I put it on my desk, where I have been eyeing it for a couple of days.
The problem is this: it's chocolate. And I want to eat it. But it's so pretty, and it regards me with a baleful blue eye whenever I decide that its time is up. And then I change my mind.
But then Suky suggested that we take a picture, which will preserve it for eternity (or however long this blog's eternity is), and that way I can devour the real thing with impunity.
Turkey, your days are numbered.
