On My Obligatory Thanksgiving Post

or,

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.

3 thoughts on “On My Obligatory Thanksgiving Post”

  1. 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.

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