Ode to leftovers......

I think maybe Thanksgiving wuz more difficult back in the olden dayz, you know, before stretchy sweat pants.

Strolling with da boyz on what’ud be a really pleasant day after T’sgiving if it wudn’t for this Gawdawful cough that is clinging that old timey flypaper…

Now, I’m pretty durn sure that sticky flypaper strips is so far in the past that most of y’all ain’t never heard of it much less experienced it so you’ll just have to take my word for it that it wuz some sticky, clingey stuff ‘specially when it wuz covered with dead ’n dying flies….

Anyhow, as we wuz walkin’ down the street, me pretty much in the center of the byway ’n da boyz wuz hither ’n yonning to the best of their abilities ’n like most dogs, they’re pretty good hither ’n yonners…anyway, we passed Harry ’n Walter the Firehouse Roosters who appeared t’be looking for leftovers at the Chicken Wranglers abode…futher down the way, we came upon Doris or according to the Chicken Wrangler, more likely Daryl, who seemed to have a new companion…Doris/Daryl seems a little fickle but Harry ’n Walter prob’ly needed someone to yank their chains a bit anyway…

Doris/Daryl is a Silkie ’n according to the Chicken Wrangler most definitely a Daryl ’n I guess she’d know a lot better than me, my expertise being pretty much limited to the difference between reg’lar ’n extra crispy…

That said, ‘stead of having the family here for T’sgiving, Millyrose ’n I both fighting this cold, ever’one went to Kellye’s…(who posted a pic of Gina ’n the laden table on FB)…’n t’day, returning from our shortened stroll, there wuz Kellye doing her meals on wheels thing ’n bringing our leftovers lunch….we have a lot t’be thankful for but you knew that, didn’t you?