12 days to go. Well, at least that’s what I hear Mom saying. She goes “12 12 12 12 12 12… get out.” That makes me laugh. Then she mentions “eviction notice” to Dad, and he laughs. I still don’t know what that is.
Has anyone heard of this thing called “Thanksgiving”? Wow! And I thought Whoppers were good! Nothing compares to turkey, stuffing, gravy, jellied cranberry, and sweet potato casserole! Absolutely nothing! I think Mom ate her weight in turkey legs. I like turkey. And then Dad made turkey rice soup. Wow. That was great.