Sandy whipped up quite a tasty Thanksgiving day assembly of food. It was all quite good. She even made a turkey in our tiny little oven, for her official "Thanksgiving feelings" and all, even though she's gotta eat it all by herself, since I'm on the veggie kick.
Sandy was most proud, and rightfully so, of her pumpkin pie.
Good... and good for you.
Why Sandy insisted on taking a picture of me, complete with sallow, flu/cold affected complexion - who's germs and sniffles and sneezing I've passed on to Sandy [sorry kid] - is really quite beyond me.
Something about showing the world how much I love mashed potatoes or something.
I do enjoy a good plate of mashed potatoes though.
Boy, I just look sad and sick, don't I?
I could blame it on being forced to sit through the annual airing of "The Sound of Music" but the picture actually precedes the presentation of that Thanksgiving holiday classic.