Turkey Day
I absolutely, positively cannot wait to come home for Thanksgiving. I’m already having trouble sleeping because I’m so excited. Exactly one week from tonight, Kathryn and I will be landing in Michigan and I can finally prove to Sarah and Bryan that I do indeed have a real girlfriend, not some imaginary friend. I’ll also be able to meet Grody, see my family, watch the parade on tv, visit with friends and, perhaps most importantly, stuff myself sick with turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing and cranberry sauce. When you think about, is there really a better way to say thanks than eating until you are so uncomfortably full that you have to loosen your pants and take a nap? I sure don’t think so. After all, it’s what Squanto did isn’t it? Ah Squanto, that helpful former-slave who taught the pilgrims how to catch eels, cultivate maize and eat until you want to throw up just so you can eat some more. I’m sure he’d be impressed with America’s many fine Competitive Eating Champions. But I digress. I can’t wait to come home for Thanksgiving. Good times will be had. Oh yes, they will.
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Maybe we can get a good old fashion family game of Trivial Pursuit going too.
Posted by: Johnny | November 14, 2007 04:46 PM
The answer to the president question: Stu Walters.
Posted by: 5K | November 14, 2007 05:39 PM
The little known actual first president of the USA
Posted by: Johnny | November 14, 2007 05:48 PM