Is that a gravy bowl full of Imodium?

Hello, again. I hope Thanksgiving found all of you well! For me and five of my unluckiest of family members, the holiday weekend was spent mostly rehydrating ourselves. Over the extra long weekend, it seems we all got bored with countless good times with family, watching television, eating, and not being at school or work or infant daycare, so we did what came natural - we contracted a most rapacious of intestinal contagion. Or, we had the stomach flu.
So, for all the turkey and dressing and mashed potatoes and cheesy macaroni and cornbread I divulged in, I felt as though I expelled equal parts. Cranberry sauce and the Dallas Cowboys one day; sharing a bottle of Fifi's (my infant niece) Pedialyte the next - isn't this a crazy world?
Anyway, back to my book, Queens And Crescents. When last we read, my book was nothing more than a wishful dream. Since I was quite young I have seemed to have quite the imagination. As youngsters, my twin brother, Bruce, and I, were continually writing short stories, songs - you name it. Most of them didn't make a whole hell of a lot of sense, but, on that rare occasion - perhaps when Venus and Mars were aligned - we jotted down some good ones. Once, when I was twelve or so, I created a band called Exeter (imaginatively speaking, of course), named after the city in Great Britain. I created an album cover as well as nine songs; most of them littered with vague WWII references - or as good as a twelve year old could manage. Tonight’s ramblings are not at all related to my book, but an interesting story nonetheless. If anything, it gives you all a tiny glimmer into how long I have been writing, attempting to write, or, at the very least, making goofy-looking album covers out of notebook paper and magic markers.
Now, all I do is annoy Jenny - my always beautiful and mostly patient wife with all my squirrelly albeit creative ideas. Let's see, in the past I have successfully and tenaciously, if not briefly, made all of the following:

cologne
soap
soy candles
liquor/beer
wood signs/mailboxes
work of fiction

The last one is my favorite (although the homemade "Kahlua" rates a close second).
Well, I am sorry for not writing any more details on how the book came to fruition, but hopefully gave you an entertaining story nonetheless.
Man, I wish to God I still had a copy of that Exeter album cover; I would scan that damn thing and upload it.
"Say, Honey, next time you're up, would get me the kids' Crayola markers? Er, ahem, and the Pepto as well...."
See you next week. Stay tuned Sunday for more photographs.