Happy Thanksgiving

The turkey is stuffed and placed in the oven.
Time for breakfast. Stomach, stop rumblin'.
Coffee's the thing, still tastes like crap,
Ah forget it, think I'll take a nap.

Sez me.
Happy Thanksgiving.

Last Saturday

Last Saturday morning I was fixing breakfast for my dad. My wife had gone to Houston for a four day weekend of fun, frivolity, and retail therapy with her sisters. One of the sisters arranged a train trip to Galveston for the four of them and assorted and available spouses. My wife, knowing my affinity for trains, texted me a photo taken out the train window, with the caption “On the train, Choo, Choo!”.

I texted back, “Breakfast with Dad, Chew, Chew!”

Sorry, had to share that pun.