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!