You bet your boots I am; armed & ready to roll. (~to the dinner table)
As soon as the culinary virtuoso's done in the gym?
She'll decend into the kitchen to orchestrate another masterpiece in her magnificent, very traditional way.
Naturally, the Human Cuisinard will be onhand as a chop-chop snitching pieces of pork sausage so swiftly all she'll feel is a slight breeze as I go in for the strike & back to safety. (this li'l gals hell with a wooden spoon...)
We'll watch the Packers & Lions while the house fills with the delicious aromas enjoyed but once every year. (turkey)
Now then, about this...
"...but I think I may have finally broken through to them and hope to see the music flowin' soon!!"
Why is it my imagination conjers-up an image of these poor musicians laying scattered about on the floor, eyes dilated, & in a state of total terminal shock?
Each one nodding as one mumbles, "OK Mudboy...OK...we give..."
I suppose I'm waaayyy off-base, eh? {G}
"Also, BTW, getting my hair cut tomorrow...all of it."
Well, son?
Go ahead; but lookit...
You'll never know what ya got, 'till you lose it...permanently.
...& even Sun Tzu knew that. :o)
Have a good, warm & relaxing holiday, now; & tell that beautiful Angel of your's I said, "Hi" to her. OK?
Yes, my FRiend, in this instance you are. I have travelled the path you describe and failed abysmally in conjuring up the support I seek. Now, I save my fury for those who really are my Enemy, and my FRiends view the carnage and act in unison...of their own FRee Will.
LOL and FReegards...MUD