Of course today isn't Thanksgiving, but this is when
I decided to write about it while I'm sitting here in my training
class at work at 6 minutes until it starts.
My Thanksgiving wasn't all that great. We rushed around the house
like always, while I didn't know what was going on like always, then
when someone gets on my case for not rushing like everyone else like
always, I asked what requires rushing and they told me that we are
having Thanksgiving at Bro. Jim and Sis. Judy's house.
At their house, we ate food, naturally. Bro. Donovan, Bro.
Steve's son, was there, visiting from Texas where he now lives. He
got transferred over there. The brethren don't like that he moved
away, but hey, it's his choice. He said that everything there is
either "fix'n" or "y'all" and I vouched for that. He was like, "I'm
fix'n to run to the store." "Then just run to the store. Why do you
have to fix to do it?" Everyone was full on the first plate except
for me. I had pecan pie and, surprisingly, I didn't like it very
much. I love pecans, though.
That's pretty much all that happened. Nothing special. I just
thought I'd at least tell what happened.
