happy thanksgiving!

What I’ll be eating …….

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Actually, this is an outright lie, since I am currently in the deep dark middle of nowhere with no Polish sausage arms in sight unless you count my MIL’s. This is only what I’m fantasizing about eating. Plop this pudgester on a platter, garnish with some parsley, and I’m good to go. No gravy, no side dishes necessary. Just the all-consuming pudge.

Hope your Thanksgiving is just as jolly and delicious, pippa!

the negotiator loses his mojo

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BB: Vhere is Tee Tee? Vhere?? Vhere??? I sent her avay de last time and now, I hef noteeng but de sadness and regret. Oh de sadness! Oh de regret! It ees an ocean and I cannot swim ‘dough I would surely float since I hear I am dis beeg fat ting called Butterball. So it is verse dan I even tot! I am lonely beeg fat Butterball!! Vhere oh vhere is Tee Tee to make everyting better???

miss it and miss a lot! a lot!! a lot!!!

If you look at the protected post below and think, “Eh, a recap of the last post she wrote about Maybe Church, I don’t need to read it,” I should mention that it does contain new mindblowing blockbuster information.

Well, at least “new,” anyway, but it’s Friday, and I have a penchant for engaging in massive gigantic soul-shaking overstatements on Fridays.

All of this to say that the post isn’t just a recap.

’tis the season to be ………. i have no idea

Baby Banshee, whom I shall have to rename Banshee Girl, I think, since she’s 3 now.

I have no explanation, insight, or clue here, but it cracks me up. Look how sold out to the bit she is. The swirly eye thing is smashing her cheek down and folding her ear over but she COMMITS to the moment. That’s my girl!
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