Thanksgiving with Becca and her beau and K: all the fave staples of a too-full plate, mostly starch, the starch march, White Castle stuffing, from-a-box stuffing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, K’s scalloped potatoes. The food pyramid rejoiced at the cranberry sauce and green bean casserole and Becca’s magazine cover-ready bird, carefully carved, thanks to directions on the internet. Afterwards? Watching Becca’s cats jump into a shopping bag. Devouring pecan pie. Remembering the goodness of Cool Whip. Playing Killer Bunnies. The perfect game for the game-phobic because anyone can win at any time. Even if you are mostly failing in every possible way. Takes the presh off. Also, there are bunnies.