909. Dis and Dat

I know I haven’t written in awhile. I’ve been busy and frankly there wasn’t much to say.

Thanksgiving is over. I had 23 people for dinner. As usual I served Indian food.

I want to pay homage to the people we stole America from but I don’t know what Native Americans ate except for corn so I do the next best thing. It’s kind of like a food homophone.

The day was wonderful. Everyone was so happy to be together. We all love each other so much.

Not to pat myself on the back but I did hear it said that this was the best Thanksgiving ever.

The out of town family stayed for from 2 to 5 days and one, Cheryl, is still here. Some at my house and some at Lizzie’s due to her kind generosity.

When I say everyone had a good time I am not being entirely honest.

To Ray it was hell.

In spite of the fact that he tried to stay awake the whole time to keep his cousin Burt from touching his stuff it didn’t help.

He sat and stared as Burt taunted him with Ray’s own pig every chance he got.



Yes, he suffered.




sad ray

It didn’t help that his other cousin Theo stole his thunder by coming dressed as a turkey.




I know this is post isn’t that interesting but I can’t help it.

When David was here and things were kind of slow I could always amble down the hall and he would spout some offensive and stupid stuff that made good reading.

It was interesting because here in New York, the land of the liberal intelligentsia, it was kind of unique. But now that he’s moved to Texas, he’s hard pressed to come up with something that isn’t just business as usual down there.

He is trying though. He sent me this headline the other day:



So if you folks in Texas want a safe and happy holiday season, visit your local zoo.

7 thoughts on “909. Dis and Dat

  1. I love this post! Who wouldn’t? Got a little sex (dog in a turkey suit), violence (dog with pig by the throat), and philosophy (guns at Texas Zoo). There is more to life?

    Glad you had a happy Thanksgiving 😊

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