Maybe I was feeling a little tired or something but I offered to cook Thanksgiving. I've been busy gathering recipes out of magazines, the web, and tv. My mother hits me with a bomb yesterday. "How about your father and I play golf on Thursday?" I'm like okay...
Honestly I'm used to it by know because Thanksgiving often meant they were on a cruise, in California, Myrtle Beach, etc. ever since I graduated from High School. But it was cool before because I could chill with sis. Maybe I'll just buy a couple plane tickets to San Fransisco.
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