
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.)