Thursday, April 28, 2005

That is some kind of good-looking bird.

Lyman just pulled a 19-3/4 pound turkey out of the Bradley smoker. It smells divine.

This, too, goes to Herbert's family, where he has been returned to his home under hospice care. A little time is all that's left.

Herbert has always insisted on calling me Miz Gore, even if he is 30 years my senior. I tried to make him stop, but no go. Just a habit, he said.

Big Daddy is going to be sniffing around like a hound dog because we have a smaller one for our family, too.

Someone last night said, "Big Daddy can worry the warts off a frog."

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