Here in the state’s it’s Thanksgiving, and we’ll all celebrate by buying the largest damned turkey we can carry without back support and serving it up for our friends and folks. Then we’ll fall asleep in front of the television, feeling slightly ill from way too much food and drink. When we wake up, we’ll do it again for either dinner or a late night snack, and fall asleep plumped up and bloated. It’s the American way.
There are a number of things about this pic that are fiction. First of all, I am on strict bedrest now after a short stint in the hospital (I’m fine, the babies are fine too), so I won’t be serving Alex any damned bird. Second of all, even if I wasn’t, I can’t cook a turkey anymore than it could cook me. Alex is the birdman. I do the salads, soups and sauces. And lastly, I do not own a Thanksgiving dress, but rest assured if I did, it would be orange and I would probably layer it over something totally inappropriately matched, such as the grey and black striped shirt I have on here.
On that note, I hope you all have a totally wonderful day with loved ones, and may you sleep soundly through every commercial!No comments