Last night Frankie was served a heaping plate of food. My partner told me
this morning that Frankie was out doing a dance with his sombrero on. I
looked confused--who wouldn't? He further explained that "Frankie had
nachos, and he put on his sombrero and was dancing around, It was
Mexican night and all you could eat, and he was one fat happy possum."
I started laughing; I can never tell when he is embellishing until he gets
to the end. He then said that he heard Frankie say, "Lord have mercy, I am
plumb fattened up. And tomorrow's Thanksgiving. It's the pot for me for sure."
Later he said that he didn't know who ate the brownies. I asked, "What
brownies?" He replied, "the lonesome ones no one wanted. I froze them
but finally put them out for whomever wanted them--and they're gone. If
Frankie ate them, he's really worried now."
Preparing for Thanksgiving is difficult here. My daughter is a strict vegetarian.
My grandson is autistic and has severe eating issues. I am ambivalent about
turkey--I eat one small serving a year--and that is it. Just not a turkey fan--
rather have fried chicken! I don't even know what we'll be having. I am
sure some of the meal will be a surprise.
All for now.
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