I will not eat my weight in mashed potatoes this year.
I will not eat my weight in mashed potatoes this year.
I will not eat my weight in mashed potatoes this year.
I will not eat my weight in mashed potatoes this year.
I feel his expression is a very turkey-esque expression for a turkey to have during the Thanksgiving season.
I “drew” him almost a month ago during a tidal wave of boredom. Proudly, feeling like a child who colored inside the lines for the first time, I showed Miles and Jason my creation. They really have mastered that eye-rolling trick.
They appreciate me…deep, deep down inside. Maybe it’s so deep that they don’t even realize that the appreciation is there…but oh boy!—is it ever!
Still, I am fond of my turkey, in all of his anxious glory. I feel the need to offer him a leather couch, listen to his concerns, then inquire,
“Interesting. Veddy Interesting. Do you feel this way about all side dishes, or just stuffing?”
Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. It makes me step back and see all that I have; it opens my eyes to the fortune in my life. It has nothing to do with the meals of epic (literally) proportions. (But on the subject of the food, I am still h