| Nov. 27th, 2008 @ 08:49 am (no subject) |
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I'd like to say a few words about Thanksgiving:
When I was in first grade we put on this play for Thanksgiving and I got to be the turkey and everyone said it was awesome because the turkey is totally the star of the show because turkey and Thanksgiving go together like pumpkin and pie, or something like that.
But we had to make our own costumes. I know what you're thinking: You had to make a turkey costume, Tabby? Yes, yes I did. And you know whose mom doesn't sew or anything? Mine. So she dressed me all in brown, which is so totally not my color, and stuck some cheap feathers on my ass, and I was the turkey.
You know what they do at the end of plays like that? They eat the damn turkey and I cried and my mom took me to IHOP for Thanksgiving dinner because you know what else she didn't do? Cook turkey. And I didn't want any turkey anyhow after that.
So then it was a tradition: IHOP in brown for Thanksgiving. Until my dad up and left and then I went to IHOP by myself, because there's always something crazy going on there and it was more fun than listening to my mom.
So the moral is: Anyone want to go get some pancakes? |
