I injured my husband with a couple of parodies (Christmas carols forced in unusual directions) but the results were worse than usual, so I’ll spare the blog. I am occasionally kind. Still, doesn’t it seem like Thanksgiving ought to have a song or two? Christmas has more than its fair share, it could spare a couple. Like To-om the Turkey (to the tune of Frosty the Snowman). Carol of the Bells could be Carol of the Plates. OK, I’ll just stop there.
Thanksgiving is one of those top-notch days. Ours has exceeded expectations. I’m feeling a lot better (as evidenced by the awful parodies) and was even able to eat Thanksgiving dinner. My fabulous husband did the turkey and all the food prep so that all I had to do was mix the stuffing together and cook it, boil and mash the spuds, steam the veggies, and candy the yams. We took a walk through the woods to one of our favorite spots overlooking The Straits; very heavy surf today. It’s been one of those nice times to lounge around, eat, talk, walk, and just enjoy being with my favorite people on the planet.
I’m thankful to have people I love who love me to hang out with. I’m thankful to be able to eat something besides toast. I’m thankful to have the greatest job in the world, making somebody forget their troubles for a little while.
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