Thanksgiving in Plan B

It is the time of morning you start the smoker to smoke the turkey. Well not here. I am chillen like the villian I am. No REAL plans. Don’t want any.
People take pity on me that I don’t have any plans. Lay on the couch. Watch the parade. Then the Doggy Show. Whatever you call it. See if Romeo or Coco qualifies. They do in my heart. Then make dinner. Shrimp with a white wine redueced on top on angel hair pasta and fresh asparagus. Wella.
Take the kids to the park and let the holiday flow like they do every year with out fan fair.
More on Chris later. Must get to get. 2:22…Wow. Haven’t stayed up this later in yearrrrs.