Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Twas the Night Before Thanksgiving...

I'm not even going to try to turn this into a poem. It's the night before Thanksgiving and...

The house is clean (the floors need to be washed and vacuumed, but in general I will call it CLEAN): 

The bird has been cooked (ignore the darker areas...that darn wing wouldn't stay tucked!): 

And because Granny Jo and Pa are sick, we are left with fake stuffing which will be loved just as much:

And for a look at inspiration, here's an assignment Jack did for class. He had to fill in the blank for "eat ____, not turkey."

You know, kind of like the Chick-fil-a campaign.

Well, his choices were... and eggs.

Don't even ask. I have no idea!