Last week was Thanksgiving.
Cathie forced the children to dress up as Pilgrims and Indians.
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And then she made Bob wear this all through dinner.
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But she took her turn, too. And in public.
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And we were proud of her when at the last minute she decided to compete in the Turkey Trot race with the kids, despite wearing high-heeled sandals and jeans.
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Fortunately I got to spend the day playing with my nieces and nephews.
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Unfortunately I spent two hours making this pie that nobody would eat because it tasted like cough syrup.
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I left the pie at Bob and Cathie's house. Cathie told me the next day they called a hazmat team to come and have it removed.
Happy Thanksgiving.
~It Just Gets Stranger