Hello Turkeys!

So yeah, wave back turkeys, I'm friendly and you're safe with me.  I can't say the same for dumplings.  I've got them in a pot of hot water, where they are simmering with indignation, while their companion, Mr. Chicken, is headed for the complaint department.  I personally believe we go overboard with the food on Thanksgiving, but it's my duty to show up with something, so I oblige by bringing my favorite things:  Chicken & Dumplings, Pumpkin Pie and Deviled Eggs.  I only need a dinner roll and some green veggie to push around on my plate (your mother never stops trying) to make me happy.  What are your favorite T-Day yummies?? 

Let's discuss the weather shall we?  It's already a beautiful day in the deep south.  No boots and sweaters going on here.  It's still flip flop and t-shirt weather.  The forecast calls for a sunny day with a high of 72 degrees.  Almost balmy, wouldn't you say?   While some of you are warming yourselves by the fireplace this afternoon, I will be basking in the warmth of the sun on a lawn of green grass.  As you drag out your Christmas decorations this evening, I will be trying to imagine my day without a pretty pink umbrella in my drink cup.  It's not that I don't want to be in a jolly Ho Ho mood, it just feels strange as I sit in the midst of an Indian summer. Not that I'm complaining mind you.  It's been kinda nice living without forced air or heat, and it certainly works for my bank account.  

How about we now discuss all the things I'm NOT grateful for.  Okay fine, it's Thanksgiving Day, and discussing all the things I'm NOT grateful for, would probably squash your sentimental ruminations, which may in turn put a damper on your squash casserole.  I'll save my ungrateful rant for later.  Maybe for dessert?

For the main course, I will simply tell you that I'm GRATEFUL for all the things you are probably thankful for -- family, friends, my health, and being employed in a climate as dry as an overcooked turkey.  I'm certain I'm grateful for more than those givens, but I don't have to time to trot them out for you.  I have to get dressed, and find something to soothe a burn.  The dumplings just exacted their revenge by burning the happiness out of my bottom lip.

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