Growing up, people used to ask if we were fraternal twins. This happened a lot. Once in a shoe store, once in a pewter shop. I don't know why I was ever annoyed by it. We're only 14 months apart.
Thanksgiving was very great. We decided that our turkey was named Jorge (pronounced George).
Jorge was an organic, free-range, grass fed turkey from a happy turkey farm in Virginia. My dad said "Jorge had only one bad day in his life." My dad says this about our organic free-range grass fed turkey every year and I enjoy it.
Things my dad called fascist today:
-The Nintendo Wii
-The pins that remain standing in Wii bowling
-The Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade (he has a point there.)
2 comments:
How can someone with such a phenomenal sense of humor have ZERO comments on her blog posts? It must be a sign of the times.
Ms. Carroll, I just found verymarykate.com last week because @TheBloggess linked to it. It is, without a doubt, my favorite web serial based on the life of twin childhood stars. My mom taught me to be able to use specific adjectives when I am trying to compliment someone, so here are three for your show and three for you.
Your show is uproarious, pithy, and salient.
You are incisive, jocund, and pulchritudinous.
Thanks for doing what you do!
pulchritudinous! I like that word! and thank you brian.
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