(No, I'm not kidding. My brother Bret raised, and then butchered, my turkey for me. I'm just glad I didn't have to pluck it. Is that brotherly love, or what!)
During Sacrament meeting Bryce said to Austin, "See that big guy up there (pointing to our 6'4" bishop), if you take more than one (piece of bread or water) you have to go to his office." Ah, the power of intimidation.
Bryce came home from school and said, "Mom, we've been in school 112 days and we still don't know how to be good." =)
A house in our neighborhood had been TP'ed overnight. When we drove by the next morning I pointed it out to Bryce and he said, "Look, decorations."
3 comments:
That is great! I'm glad you didn't have to pluck it too...that just sounds like too much work for Thanksgiving!
Yummy! I've never eaten a turkey that didn't come frozen from the grocery store, but I bet a home raised, fresh turkey tastes so much better. Enjoy!
That is AWESOME! I'm freakin' lovin' this post. Let me know how that bad boy tastes!
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