So, it’s Thanksgiving and the turkey is in the oven and being basted every 30 minutes…at least we didn’t drop the turkey on the floor like my mom and dad did this morning!
Bob and Telfer and I are having a grand time. Bob’s house is really nice and he made us a good dinner last night (chicken cordon bleu, salad and bread)…quite tasty after a long, long drive. The guys are off to go buy a potato masher and a baster and I am going to go running as a preemptive measure for later today.
Andrea Y. Griffith 