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Happy Day After

I don't have a thing to say today except that I am with the inlaws and outlaws in Illinois until Saturday. There were twenty-five of us for dinner, and we had a great day yesterday with lots of very tasty food—turkey, onion stuffing, roasted garlic mashed potatoes, sautéed green beans with lemon zest, a butternut squash something that I have to make myself someday, and more. And there was champagne.

There were also dogs—five of them. There is a wheaton terrier, an airedale, a bernese mountain dog the size of Montana, a little white thing with twisty legs because he's a puppy-mill dog, and a little gray thing that looks part schnauzer. I'll have pictures later.

Today will be for yawning and drinking coffee and playing with dogs.

In honor of the occasion, here is a link to yesterday's newspaper article. It's similar to a previous post, so skip it if you want.

Comments

dive said…
You ate FIVE DOGS?
I hope you shaved them first. Dog hair is icky.
Sounds yum. Though we in the UK would have roast potatoes with a turkey roast, not mashed. Wonder what that's like...?
Alifan said…
Glad you are having a good time Robyn...

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