Little Sally: “Are we really supposed to eat that? It looks like roadkill.” Little Billy: “I know it’s not pretty. But it’s only a month until Christmas and you know what that means.” Little Sally: “That there will be another one of these dead birds on the table?” […]
Note: This was originally posted three years ago, on the actual Thanksgiving holiday, so please ignore any discombobulation in the time-space continuum as we approach Turkey Day once more here in the United States of Cultural Divide. The main message of the post is still the same… […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Initially, the room was in stunned silence following Buford’s pronouncement that he wished to serve the Lord via a midlife career change, and then the chaos descended. “Now you’re my favorite son!” squealed Granny Crown, hurling herself into […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Momma Crown sighed for the twenty-second time that day as she entered the living room and approached her mother-in-law, who was standing at the picture window in the front of the room. “Tell me, Mother,” she queried, “why […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Before Momma Crown could counsel her child that it was entirely possible to be popular without being a miniature slut, there was a clatter as Granny Crown traipsed into the kitchen from the living room. “Mother!” exclaimed Momma […]
Note: Here’s a little series that I usually run every year about this time on one of my blogs. I can see in the archives that I have already shoved this one out here on Bonnywood Manor two previous times, which means that some of you are most […]
1. They both make a lot of pointless noise about nothing. 2. When you put them in the same room they all look exactly alike. 3. Both groups could float in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, one for the theme and the other for the hot air and […]
Howdy, folks. So I’m just sitting here and waiting on things to bake. (Yes, I do bake. We don’t need to go into how little effort I actually put into the baking. Let’s just make a quick mental note of it and move on.) And a couple of […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Initially, the room was in stunned silence following Buford’s pronouncement that he wished to serve the Lord via a midlife career change, and then the chaos descended. “Now you’re my favorite son!” squealed Granny Crown, hurling herself into Buford’s […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Momma Crown sighed for the twenty-second time that day as she entered the living room and approached her mother-in-law, who was standing at the picture window in the front of the room. “Tell me, Mother,” she queried, “why is […]
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