Hello, my Chilly Willies.
How are you? I’m not dreaming of
a white Thanksgiving, but I think we have no choice. Last year, it wasn’t until December before
winter unleashed its fury upon us. The
winter solstice is a month away. This is
supposed to be fall weather. Tell that
to the Buffalo residents who
received up to 7 feet of snow. What do
you do in 7 feet of snow? What can you
do? The people must be burrowing tunnels
like hamsters.
Our vaunted and god-like Green Bay Packers beat the snot out
of the Minnesota Vikings this past week.
Expect more of the same this week when the Packers take on the New
England Patriots on Sunday, November 30, 7:25 3.25
PM (thank you, Ms. OKIE), at Lambeau Field.
Massacre them, Packers!
In the Irregular Football League, my Screaming Psychics are
still near the bottom of the heap. I
guess that’s what I get for cutting their pay just before the holidays. Start winning and we’ll start making some
money.
Of course, I must say Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow! Most of you ladies have spent days in preparation
for this. God bless us all and don’t
forget to count your blessings. Turkey
and all that are a great part of the tradition, but don’t forget to say, “Thank
you.”
There’s just the three of us this year, so I’m not cooking a
big bird, just a 10 pounder. That’s
still plenty to get us stuffed and thankful.
Here’s a personal admission: I can’t stand all of the
Christmas music wherever I go. I find it
tedious and tiresome to hear the same old songs over and over. I think stores and restaurants should go with
their regular music programming and then intersperse Christmas songs here and there. We know what time of the year it is. We don’t need constant reminders from dunning
songs.
Can we talk? What
about Bill Cosby? Yes or no?
And what about Black Friday, which is becoming Black
Thanksgiving evening? Are you partaking? Soon, Black Friday will come right after
Labor Day.
That’s it for this week, my loves. I appreciate all of my readers. We are all one.
Stay alert for winter conditions and drive safely. As always, watch out for the children.
Love,
Madame Zoltar®