The absolute best part of Thanksgiving for me is to be able to play football with my brothers. All of my brothers are great athletes, and it makes me very proud in a big-brother sort of way to watch them knock the socks off of somebody. I obviously didn't have brothers to play with, and I drove all over town (in vain) looking for a football game to join. I ended up playing a pretty hardcore game of Ultimate with a bunch of hippies. Ultimate is also called Frisbee football, and the hipsters do frequently refer to each other as bros, so I guess it was logically the next best thing.
Despite the lack of brotherly bonding time, we still had a great Thanksgiving because we had what any good Thanksgiving needs, namely:
twelve layer jello,
the type of listlessness that only tryptophan can provide,
and really big, tasty, turkey legs.
Ummmmm Boy!!!!!
3 comments:
This has got to be the picture that Marci was talking about. That's neat that Rocky can just feed herself chicken legs now. I hope she knows not to eat the bones.
Glad you had a good Thanksgiving! That's too bad you couldn't play footballs with your brothers, I'm sure they missed you too, at least you found some "bros" to play with, ha ha :). Rocky is sooo cute, she's getting big!
Layered jello is the freakin' best!
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