Turkey emotions running highThe thought of your meal of doom weighs heavily on my unburly shoulders. Turkey shaped tears flow down my cheeks and fall on my fluffy waist area. I felt guilty when considering my own anguish knowing that Mom wont make enough stuffing and wont care either, but what does it matter?? You, Melanie and the young herdlings wont be there to agree with my stuffing deprived monologue! Perhaps the guest of honor at said meal of doom will do take flight in protest of all things turkey. Hey, remember the year that the gravy sprouted wings and attempted to leave the pan? Things happen...
2 comments:
I appreciate the honest turn of phrase around the gravey incident. Finally, I sit unaccused.
It takes time for deep trauma to be processed and dealt with, Tom, but it seems like your long, dark journey of shame toward Thanksgiving wholeness is finally coming to an end. Welcome home.
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