What is it about the word Thanksgiving that makes me think I have to eat until I am ready to explode? Why is it that the pumpkin pie is barely put away and I think I have to have a turkey sandwich? Then there are the hours of discomfort, the unbuttoning of my pants, and the inevitable triptafan induced nap. Man if I were anymore thankful someone would have to shoot me and put me out of my misery.
Cameron and Preston