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Pass the yams, Ma’am.
Thanksgiving. Holiday. Trip to Wimberley. Blah blah. Thankful for stuff. Family. Friends. Blessings. Blah blah.
Turkey. Dressing. Ate too much. Blah blah. Mashed Potatoes. Gravy. Yams. Baked Apples. Blah blah. Triotophan. Naps. Football. Blah blah.
Oh, and Kevin and Ryan’s Dad held hands with Ray Wylie Hubbard.
All in all, a great day.
thanks for that. you left out the part where katie diagnosed everyone, but still. all in all not a bad box of stuffing.
Hey, look, I didn’t diagnose EVERYONE. Ryan even solicited his diagnosis. Like you didn’t all like it. Also, I feel obligated to add that Dad held hands with Ray Wylie Hubbard at CHURCH. Because he HAD to. Neither one of them just reached out out of joy. Oh, and this comment is about as anonymous as a vanity plate with my name spelled phonetically, but I wasn’t going to sign up for anything.
Katie’s presence at Thanksgiving dinner was, indeed, the blessing of blessings. HI Kate!