Thanksgiving

I had great time at Mom and dad's for Thanksgiving holiday.

The food as usual was awesome, and , as usual my consumption of the delectables was huge . I arrived hungry and left wondering if anymore food could possibly fit into my body. The table was set with the best of everything(almost everything) Mom had in her war chest of fine dining.

Another wonderfully prepared meal, served with a certain panache that I can neither fully appreciate or ever hope to emulate on my own.

I only made one or two references in conversation during this upscale meal that could have been considered in bad taste.

This has become something of a mission of mine.

I find it amusing.

It pleases me.

I did not have the skills or courage to create such havoc and consternation at the dinner table when I was 13 years old.

Nine Busch lite brews before such an event can embolden a person to find humor in the things others do not appreciate as funny or appropriate at the dinner table.

Good times....