Wednesday, November 23, 2011


After several days of shirking duties around the ranch, making excuses about why he hadn't got one yet, and keeping left-overs at my house to a minimum, the greatest hunter in the world emerged from the bushes  with a turkey for Thanksgiving.

I thought for a while that I would be eating mashed potatoes with no gravy, but he came through at the last minute.

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