T-Day
Made it through dinner without giggling. Somehow.
The butternut was underdone. It was…. too. . . . . firm.
Yes. The penis-squash was…. hard.
My traitor sister ratted me out to my brother, but he hasn’t mentioned the squash . . . . yet.
I am sure that I will never live this day down in my family. Sigh.
The pumpkin pie was good, though. 
beginning wrote:
And I thought my father once forgetting to add anything — including milk or butter — to the mashed potatoes was bad.
I really wish I had one of Spratt’s old vegetable icons right now. Heh.
Posted on 27-Nov-03 at 12:47 pm | Permalink
bubba wrote:
haha. yay penis-squash!
Posted on 27-Nov-03 at 12:49 pm | Permalink
halfawake wrote:
Oh damn, the innunendo meter exploded again. Although I suppose it wasn’t entirely innuendo.
Thanksgiving was alright here and relatively normal, a bit more quiet without my cousins hers. The conversations were typically fairly boring and after the dinner mainly consisted of people talking about whether or not they/we were going to movies…which we decided not to, the collective we was too gorged I guess. They got more interesting after I finished watching The Rock on TV, though they turned into conversations that…lets just say they weren’t politically correct.
Posted on 27-Nov-03 at 4:07 pm | Permalink
jencottrell wrote:
Don’t worry….you’ll get a squash for Christmas so you can try again!
Posted on 30-Nov-03 at 10:19 pm | Permalink