TB invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner at his place but I just couldn't make it this year. He's having haggis, blood pie, boiled cabbage and spotted dick for supper. Apparently every smelly, hairy manky Scot that ever tossed a caber is going to be there too - I'd fit right in! But sadly... I am a celebrity blogger superstar and I don't have time for all the little people. I had to pass. I am in for a big day.
First I am dropping in at Quartermain's for a truly bountiful thanksgiving feast!
AWESOME. A Turkey Day MRE in a can?!?!? Brilliant!!!!
Victor Quartermain - I take back ALL
the rotten things I've said about you!
After I've stopped in for a nibble there - I am off again to visit Jack and Big Mike for a quick drink! I yam a social butterfly, dontchyaknow…
Ahhhhhhhh. Sure beats that bloody lighter fluid that WL Emery drinks.
Thankfully I have three bottles. All
Jack has to do is furnish the straws.
GAH! After I vomit into the sink and purge myself there, I am off to visit Aggie, The Supervisor and Sunny over at Sunnybrook farm!
Hic...! Why Aggie, you are such a gracious hostess! Shall I cut up The Supervisor's
turkey for him? BEEEEEELCH!!!!
I will probably be in a food coma at this point. But if I'm not... I will make darned sure to raise a glass to the best Americans on the planet!
Hope all you squaddies have a good thanksgiving too.
Try not to be too homesick and have some fun.
For all the disappointed bloggers that wanted me to spend thanksgiving with them - have your people call my people and maybe we'll set something up for next year! HAR HAR HAR!
Happy Thanksgiving Yanks - and thanks for stopping by!