Busdaddy only ate one piece of pie, but he had two helpings of everything else. This was after a day of work. He stayed to watch the game, but didn’t make it to the end before he fell asleep.
He wouldn’t even take anything home with him, so I’m left with “all that.”
That’s OK...I won’t complain. This is the first time EVER that I have cooked Thanksgiving for him in almost 22 years, so it’s all good.
It’s a shame you can’t Fax anything ...
Jake is lying with both front feet in his bowl, munching. Tacky!