Someone at work brought up Thanksgiving memories yesterday. Funny thing…the first memory that popped into my head was the Thanksgiving my brother ran over our cat Frisco. He accidently backed over him. That poor kitty went into shock. He ran off behind a bush and started gasping for air and a clear liquid started pouring out of his mouth. We thought he was not going to make it. But he did. Frisco lived another 5 or 6 years.
And then I remember the Thanksgiving that Dave and I flew to London. Mostly because there was not Thanksgiving. It was spent in airports and on planes. You would have thought the first class international lounge at the Atlanta airport would have served turkey. They did not. Sadness.
And of course I have lots of happy memories of our big family Thanksgivings when we were kids. We always went to Aunt Peggy and Uncle Bobby’s house or to Gran and Granddad’s house. Aunt Peggy made the best mac and cheese. And Gran always made me cheesy potatoes. And every once and while Mom would make brownies with mint icing. I loved the brownies. I tried to make them myself but know that I know there is liquor in the icing I can’t eat them.
I remember Gran making homemade gravy with the turkey giblets. I can bear the thought of doing anything with those giblets other than taking them straight from the turkey to the trash. That and the neck are just yucky. Who cooks those things??
I don’t remember going Black Friday shopping as a kid. I am pretty sure Mom and Dad waited until the last minute to do a lot of their shopping. I had no idea what kind of deals you could get on Black Friday until I worked for Express in college. It was madness working that morning. But it opened my eyes to a whole new world of shopping.
When we were little Dad would take us each shopping alone to pick out gifts for each other. Devin and I would always get each other the same thing. I specifically remember this little cabbage patch kid toy we picked out a Sears. I kind of wonder if Dad planned that or if we just used our secret twin powers.

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Poor Frisco...
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