I made the annual Thanksgiving trek to Farrington Road Thursday.
I love my Grandma to death, but she's 86 and cold. The thermometer read 77 degrees and the woman had a sweater on. My aunt had a sweatshirt on and i felt like I wasn't sure which was hotter - me or the turkey.
Anyway, the turkey and fixins were fantastic as always, especially the Old Fashioned Cream Pie.
Some topics discussed around the table:
- All professional sports teams should be able to finish .500 or better because they are professionals. And despite it being nearly statistically impossible and despite the fact they play against other professionals.
- Certain people in my family are tired of athletes signing big contracts and then getting hurt. they shouldn't do that.
- My Grandma doesn't like watching sports and seeing all the "rigamarole."
- An in-depth critique of the job Drew Carey has done on the Price is Right. (Drew, your fan base likes you but thinks you talk too fast.)
- Once in 1957 my aunt got paddled. My Dad finds this story hilarious and very memorable since he brings it up every time we see her.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
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That sounds scintillating compared to the discussion around my family's table. Most of it consisted of uproarious laughter at a remote-control fart-noise maker thing. Which, admittedly, was damn funny.
Did you tell Sam I said hi?
Similar to my Thanksgiving, which we hosted. Instead, we had the menopausal women having hot flashes.
I would have given anything for a fart-noise machine.
Yes, Betsy, I told him. He was excited to hear from his friend in Myrtle Beach. But he thought your name was Renee.
I felt like a menopausal woman in the oven of a house.
sure hard to keep all of your women straight, ain't it?
admittedly, about as hard as it is to keep all my men-folk straight.
blog, dammit.
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