Over the river and through the woods, to grandmother’s house we go….
It’s Thanksgiving tomorrow. We don’t really have to go through any woods to get to Grandma’s house. I thought I should clarify that upfront. You know how misleading things can be these days.
Perhaps I could tell you HOW I am going to GET to Grandma’s house, IF I was going to go there, which of course I would never, ever do.
Or I could just be honest. That, however, does not appear to be one of my most endearing qualities, at least if you ask the regular commenters on my blog.
Nonetheless, I was overjoyed to see the OJ book canceled, although the truth is, it doesn’t HURT HIM. He still got paid. It’s “blood money,” as he readily acknowledged. As he proclaims his “innocence,” claiming he only agreed to write the book to secure his children’s futures, I have to ask, “Gee, would you also like to own up to being Jack the Ripper? I believe they are still looking for THAT guy.” And perhaps a few others. Could we sign you up for those, OJ?
But on to Thanksgiving. I really am going to Grandma’s house for the dinner.
My mom lives in the same town where we reside, and so does Mr. Collins’s mom. Both, about five minutes away, although in different directions.
I always get asked to bring vegetables. Raw vegetables. Why could that be? You can’t ruin those….
Today, Dancing Daughter had her first Nutcracker performance, a matinee for special needs students, and it went very well.
The holiday season is getting off to a great start.
And I am wishing EACH AND EVERY Trapped denizen a joy-filled, lovely, Thanksgiving Day. And if you are not a United States citizen, I still wish you a wonderful day.
Uh, or IF I was a soft-hearted, warm, caring person, this is what I would tell you: