The Hubby and I cannot tell you how much your kind and thoughtful words mean to us. We miss Chuck with all of our hearts, and are lavishing Angel with everything we can. She and Chuck were together for their entire lives...even in utero! We are grateful for the wonderful years we had with Chuck. How strange it is now to only dish out one plate of food, and to not look for him in his favorite napping hidey-holes.
1. I can’t wait to eat Tofurkey on Thanksgiving. It's the only time I get some.
2. My favorite kind of pie is none. Never liked pie, but once I had a pear pie with glorious vanilla ice cream, and it was wonderful.
3. This year, I am particularly thankful for being gainfully employed. 'Nuff said.
4. A funny holiday tradition in my/our house is "Bring Out The Joint!". Okay, okay...here's the story. Back in the day, when hippies and psychedelic stuff were the norm, at one family gathering my father clapped his hands and said, "Bring Out The Joint!" He meant the words as some old-timey Elizabethan-like usage of 'joint' as a big chunk of meat, but many of us young-uns thought about roach clips, bongs, and eating Fritos...if you know what I mean. We kidded him about that for years, until his death in 2004, and we still giggle about it now. Love ya, Puba...we miss you terribly.
Wanted to share a photo of sweet Bobo, who graces the abode of The B Family. She is lusciously black, except for white toes on her back feet. She is quite the cutie, with tons of purrsonality, and doesn't mind when the grandbaby is around. It was very difficult to leave, without stuffing Bobo in my tote bag to carry away!