It is our annual turkey day tradition to wheel our food and drinks 3 blocks over to Grammy Tornado’s house, picking up other family members along the way resulting in what the neighbors refer to as The Tornado Thanksgiving Day Parade. Shades are drawn, children’s eyes are covered, and as you can see the cops are usually called. Thankfully Christopher is a charming little turkey, so they let us off with a warning again…for my golf cart full of boxed wine, the keg in a wheelbarrow and Clive’s lack of clothing among other things!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, I LOVE YOU ALL!
It’s only Monday, but I’m already camped out in the kitchen…excited that there are only 3 more days until the official holiday where it is socially acceptable for me to stuff my face with any and every kind of food placed in front of me! I’m gonna pig out fast n’ furious … until partially digested food starts to ooze out of all my holes. And then I’m gonna eat a little more. I spent this past weekend training and stretching my gunt in preparation for Thanksgiving. Bring it!