Well, the turkey’s a pile of bones that buzzards couldn’t get a meal off of, the leftover pies were sent home with my father, my sister took a bowl of my stuffing because she claims it tastes like the way my mom made it, and they’re gone. There were only six of us this year; we average about fifteen normally, but my sister’s kids were off to their own in-laws except for my nephew John. My family is the original eat-and-run stereotype. Food is a driving force in our lives, and we descend upon a table like locusts in a field. Then we fly off because we’re too sleepy to talk to each other. Tomorrow night we’ll be getting together again for a formal reception to honor a tenth wedding anniversary of my niece and her husband. It’s a surprise given by her in-laws because they never had a real wedding, and I think they’ll truly enjoy the evening.
Hope your day went well, and I’ll be finishing up a few posts later tonight.
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