Now that's how Thanksgiving should go. Rolling Stones songs and bluegrass waltzes on fiddle, mandolin, and guitar. Beer and oysters on ice. Laughing until tears squirt out of your eyes and you have to lean against the door frame to keep your knees from giving out. Family and friends and not really being sure where the line between the two could be drawn. Casseroles named for veggies but mostly made up of cheese and canned cream soup. Eating dinner on tables in the yard while the dogs try to beg without being obvious.
Not much else to say, except that I'm a mighty thankful guy.
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Uh-huh. You got it right. It was perfect.
I sure do love you.
Hey man, I knew I would like you when I finally met you, but I didn't think I'd like you THAT much. I'll catch up with you here imn the city real soon. Parade watching right?
December 1st at my place, man. Parade starts around 7, but we'll be getting amped up any time after 5 or 6. I had a great time hanging out, so you'd better be there for the parade.
Subtle begging is the sign of a well-trained dog.
Subtle begging is the sign of a well-trained dog.
Well, Pearl is a master of begging with the eyes and not with the barks. But the little ones just run freely under the tables. If you could read their wee minds you'd just hear DROP SOME FOOD DROP SOME FOOD DROP SOME FOOD HEY HEY DROP SOME FOOD!
Followed up by DROP SOME FOOD YOU FUCKING HUMANS, DROP ME SOME FUCKING FOOD!
(Sorry if this is inappropriate. I am just telling you what they are really saying.)
Ha, no, that's exactly what they say. ONLY MEAT NO VEG!
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