She’s typing this post by the fire. She’s sweeping her dirty porch floor:
She’s brining her turkey in salt, molasses, and two thousand pounds of citrus:
She’s locating the stuffing recipe for Bossy’s son, who is climbing off a bus in a few hours in order to prepare it:
She’s unpacking a box from her friend Alwyn:
She’s readying the ingredients for Bossy’s daughter’s pumpkin pie crusts:
She’s tinkering with some stuff fresh out of the clothes dryer:
She’s ten minutes from keeping her dirty little Thanksgiving secret for one more year.
And she’s wishing her
reader readers a Happy Thanksgiving!