Gobble gobble gobble, fat turkey are we!
I love Turkey Day! It’s my second favorite holiday of the year. Love having everyone together to enjoy the yummy turkey, potatoes, and cranberry sauce…mmm…cranberry sauce. Anyway, this year, Jes and I will be in Michigan to spend the long weekend with Jason and the Lao parents. We’re flying out tomorrow morning. I hope there isn’t a weather delay. We were also pleasantly surprised that Dayantha will be staying put as well as Victor and Susie! I also heard that Yong and Helen will also be driving up from Chicago to join us. What a full and merry bunch we will be! It’s also supposed to snow on Thursday – woohoo!
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Last night we had Thai food with Ryan and Michelle who are down in Orange County for Thanksgiving week. Anyone else coming home?!
A tour of the White House…
The White House, yes, the president’s house, has a website. Barney, the first dog, has his very own page that is quite humorous and gives a unique look at the White House at ankle height. Someone in The White House a little too much time on their hands.
Eek, a dead mouse!
A few weeks ago I wrote about how I saw a mouse in the garage. Well, today I came home from work to find that Koa had escaped from his pen. Next to the door was a flattened black mouse that was obviously dead. Wow…I won’t need to build a better mouse trap after all. Anyone need an exterminator?
Eew…
Poor Koa had a tummy bug this weekend and I got a good whif of it this morning. It all started this morning when I was awoken by whimpering and pounding coming from the kennel. I looked at the clock and it was 3am!! This had better be good. I checked Koa’s kennel and found puke all over the place. So I took him out for a quick walk and put him away in the garage so I could go back to sleep. When I finally woke up at 6:30 and checked on the little bugga, a very foul odor hit me and I found him at the foot of the door with smelly brown dollops of crap all over the garage floor…literally, crap. On our morning walk, he had more fudgy surprises and puked again when we got home. Yikes…it’s time to go to the vet.
Y’all want more Hush Puppies?
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Well, my flight back was even more of an adventure. It felt like the longest flight ever. For a 6-hour flight, it took 9 hours to get home. There were 3 crying babies on board, I had a middle seat, the flight was VERY bumpy, and there was a 1.5-hour layover at SFO. As if it couldn’t get any worse, we had to wait on the tarmack for 15 minutes for another plane to leave our gate.
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