It'searly morning and it's raining like it used to do on most of the Thanksgivings while I was growing up. I did a bit (hah) of cooking yesterday so as soon as my daughter wakes up and puts the turkey in the oven out house will smell like a home, full of turkey, dressing, peach pie, freshly made fudge etc. Because of the rain and my back, I am
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