Today I heard a commotion outside and the dogs had finally caught and wounded some of the turkeys that are always in our yard. Being the responsible carnivore, I put them out of their misery and waited until the husband got home to clean them. I haven’t gone all farm woman yet to actually clean a real turkey. I did however help with the plucking and it is decided that the girls will dress up like Indians for Halloween with authethic headresses. ‘Cause that’s how we roll.

Since I never could resist a good pun, even in the face of appearing crude….

Check out my big breasts.

Someone pass the cranberry sauce. We are feasting tonight.

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