Helladay house.
What? What time is it? It's too early, tubey. You'll get your Miracle Gro at 9:00 and not before. Christ on a bike. Oh, hi out there. As I'm sure you already know, the morning after Thanksgiving is always a force to be reckoned with. Especially when you have a mansized tuber who has just discovered juicing. (He's trying to win some of his bi-weekly pickup basketball games, but I think even with the Miracle Gro he's reaching.) Morning starts kind of early around here - sometimes before noon, even. (You fellow rock musicians out there better sit down: There is a thing called morning. It's not just another hallucination. That's right ... I'm talking to you , pothead.) Excuse that digression. Hope you had a wonderful, glorious Thanksgiving, full of holiday cheer and/or anticipation (if you spent most of it queueing up in front of Wal-Mart or Best Buy). Perhaps you spent part of your morning watching the bizarre spectacle known as the annual Macy's T...