Bah humbug to those dreading Turkey Day. You get a reprieve from work just to stuff your face with pie, your total lush/sommelier uncle brings a case of the good stuff, Mom gets loose with the Connecticut pain pills and Dad gives you a three hour lecture on how the computer was invented while your brother revs up the car so you can see A Very Harold & Kumar 3D Christmas at the Brasstown Mall. Or is that just me? The holiday should be as happy happy, joy joy as that, and you should be as…
