Before this holiday, back when I was not bloated like a tick, I suggested we send in photos of our THANKSgiving, as they say here, or ThanksGIVing, as normal folk say it. You did, so let’s not ado further…
Am I going to have this much detail with each photo, or will I get burnt out and by the end be all,
What do you think? Read on…
They were all in the beaver creek. [snicker]
Hang on while I try to age 45 years.
Also, note that I tried not to respond to your emails to me with these photos, because I knew when I was in this hell of searching my email that my replies would show up and I would hate self. So please don’t think I was being rooood.
Basically, June, do we just have to hear you complain through this whole post? Yes, yes, you do.
…And that was the day June learned that if she did a mosaic, she can’t caption it. Ding DANG it.
Anyway, these are from Deborah, and she did not tell me but I happen to know that’s her son and her dog, and they are in California and her husband’s name is Peter and I seem way too up in Deborah’s life. Also, no matter what I do, I can’t get rid of the extra space below this paragraph. …Oh, I think it’s okay now. I need a drink.
Okay, it did. Yeesh!
Faithful Reader Paula H&B sent me these, claiming they are the World’s Most Boring Pictures of Turkey and Gravy. Careful readers will note Paula sent beige pictures.
Ned just called me, and I was all, “OH MY GOD WHAT I’M DOING THANKSGIVING PHOTOS” and he knew just what I meant and slunk away in fear. Slinked?
The animals have all migrated in here because it’s obvious Ima be in here for the duration, and I just noted Lily has squeezed her rather sizeable hips into the kitten bed.
No, I won’t upload a photo. Would you enjoy being bludgeoned?
Also, when I finish each photo, I select “Delete” in my email, but the choice right under that is “Block.” If I accidentally block anyone, let me know. Of course, how can you if you’re blocked. Oh, dear.
I need an intern.
Holy cats, we’ll need to hear the end of that story.
God, I’m hungry. I wonder when the last time was I got up and took nourishment?
I’d also like to thank my computer for showing me this last email, as I just noticed the subject line was “Tahanksgiving.” Look how smart my computer is!
Faithful Reader Deborah, who already sent a picture of her kid and dog above, also sent me a photo of the dog nativity that she got because I had it. I don’t think she wanted me to include it, but that’s what came up in my next email and I felt bad not at least mentioning it.
Also, I am an influencer. Right?
I’m tryina think of the last time I felt my ass. So numb.
I thought I was done, but I clicked and there’s another page. Why, god. I try to be a good per–okay, I get why, god.
I love everything about that caption.
Dang it. Karen in Virginia Beach sent a video, but I can’t open it.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh my god.
Oh. I’d guess that last one was from Saginaw, Michigan. Or thereabouts.
As I write this, it’s Sunday afternoon. It’s possible someone will send me a late photo, but I MIGHT BE DONE and I might could GET UP from this desk and LIVE again. I’m George Bailey, over here. Help me, God. I wanna live again.
Anyway, I’ll set this post on to brew, and meanwhile, thank you for participating in Send June Your Thanksgiving. When I first started this, people had to get home to load their photos onto their computers, but now we just boop boop boop! send them. Oh, technology.
Talk to you tomorrow, when I force you to look at my Christmas decorations. Oh, technology.
Jan. …Hey, where was Jan in these photos?
P.S. Just when I thought I was done, Friend-in-Real-Life LaUral sent hers.