The turducken was delicious. As were Bobbi's smooshed potatoes with the skin on and plenty of Irish butter (which is more drunken and belligerent than regular butter, plus it can be used to detonate a Ford Mondeo in front of an Ulster pub). The mushroom & bacon gravy a la FarmMom was divine, and Shootin' Buddy brought a nice bottle of South African Pinot that made me feel rather well disposed towards the whole world.
With the first load running in the dishwasher, I am now going to inspect my eyelids for pinholes. If the zombies rise in the next hour or two, try and hold 'em off without me, okay?