If it weren’t for the promise of turkey noodle soup, I’d serve prime rib on Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving is not just about stuffing ourselves. It’s also about getting a day off work. And napping.

I have to eat every four or five hours if the people I love are going to continue loving me back.

Are you going to eat that?

There’s a turkey the size of Plymouth Rock thawing in my refrigerator when I stumble across the following startling statistic on the internet.

Musing, Mumbling
and Occasional Ranting by Dorothy Rosby

Musing, Mumblingand Occasional Ranting by Dorothy Rosby