Monday, November 17, 2008
Pass the Pineapple, Please
My youngest brother emailed me today to double check that Thanksgiving is at my house. It always is, I guess he was just making sure we weren't try to ditch him or something.
I said I'd really rather do it in Hawaii, but I'm out of bucks.
He responded that he has a spot all picked out.
I told him to move over because he's hogging the towel.
Somehow beautifully roasted turkey breasts and golden pumpkin pies pale, don't they?