I am just flat out of funny. I’ve got nothing to say. Well, I have lots to say, and it would get me the Nobel Prize of Mundane-ity. You just don’t want to have to deal with that. If you do, you’re in a worse place than I am, really.
So I’ll just tell you what I’m having for dinner tonight. I went to Bob’s Turkey Farm in Lancaster with my parents the other day, and I picked up these little flash-frozen Thanksgiving dinner thingies. I think I decided on that because the chicken pot pie doesn’t have any veggies in it, and I didn’t want to be responsible for making sure I had some on whatever day I decided to make it. I mean, I have veggies, but sometimes only canned stuff, if I haven’t gotten to the store. (Not that I feel the need to explain this to all you vegans who just paled and removed my site from your list of bookmarks.)
Anyway, when you go into their store, it smells like Thanksgiving! What a way to get you to spend all your money on turkey products!
