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Happy Thanksgiving to you folks in Canada. Just because you celebrate it first doesn't mean you celebrate it correctly.

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Anonymous said…
If "not correctly" means "unlike the Yanks," then if I were Canadian I'd view that as just one more thing to be grateful for.

Then again, one of my nicknames in high school was 'the unamerican american' -- which to a Bush Republican probably sounds like the direst of insults, but in context was the pinnacle of approbation.
Anonymous said…
Mmmmm. NASCAR.
listeme said…
Not Nascar... football. Sheesh.

And we have to invite Skeeter; he brings the green bean casserole.
Anonymous said…
Oooooh! With cream of mushroom soup mix? And cornflakes? Can I come, too?
listeme said…
It's not cornflakes. It's mushroom thingies.
Zinnia said…
um, no, not cornflakes OR mushrooms. They are fried onions. Probably reconstituted fried onion flakes.

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