Taking the walk on Thanksgiving day.You know, the walk. The one that’s supposed to help you digest your appetizers so you can become hungry for the turkey?
I miss The Walk from back in the days when my now-grown nephews and now-dead dogs were part of the ramble around Aunt Catherine’s country place. The food was sad; the walk was the best part.
–>Our family’s “walk” would include a “road soda.”
Where we live, we would be attacked by pit bulls if we did that. Ahh- the country!
I miss The Walk from back in the days when my now-grown nephews and now-dead dogs were part of the ramble around Aunt Catherine’s country place. The food was sad; the walk was the best part.
Grade A stuff. I’m uqunsteionably in your debt.