As I enjoy the view outside my mom's dining room window, the words of a stuffing recipe debate between my mom and my girlfriend waft from the kitchen, carried on tendrils of turkey aroma.
I am thankful.
Not only for them and the rest of my family and friends, but for you, reader. I enjoy this blog as my personal continuing education program and I learn all the more when some of you come along with me, via your emails and comments. Thank You!
I hope that on this day, as well as all others, that you are no stranger to love.
Whew. Now that that moment is over, I bring you something irreverent.
Networks have reruns; I have reruns. I'm watching Miracle on 34th Street for the...oh, probably 60th time now. Santa just sang to the little Dutch girl, so in order to fight off a tear, I'm calling up an old favorite, with apologies to turkeys everywhere.
Though to be honest, my apology isn't earnest; I'd as soon eat a turkey as look at it. And I intend to do so, right now. Happy Thanksgiving!
During dinner, mom's cat, "Weaselhead", (I named her) checks out the pie selection. (Always wear your camera at the dinner table.)
While being unpacked, Santa Torso watches TV.
And where will I be tomorrow?
Yeah. Like last year, I'll be in front of Office Max or Office Depot with a stop at Best Buy afterward. Gigs don't grow on trees, ya know.