We had a great Thanksgiving! As is our tradition, Uncle Herb’s sink got stopped up and Mama let him our plunger. Happens every year, about the same time of day. The Thanksgiving Plunger Exchange. No celebration would be complete without it. Then I took Mama for a good walk, none of that sissy stuff. When we got back, the Mater put me on the back porch and started attacking the azaleas and shrubs in the back yard, pulling off dead leaves from our trees. She could be heard muttering “This is for Noah, this is for Angus, this is for Ruffles, this is for Declan, this is for Cary Grant, this is for Duffy…..you get the idea. She filled up three yard cans and captured some big sticks too. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Mama meant business. For lunch, the Mater was invited across the street, and was charged with bringing two dishes. Now y’all are going to laugh, but we have NEVER made that green bean casserole with the crunchy onions before. The step children from a former life never requested it and it was never on Paw Paw’s menu. You would have thought a chemistry experiment was going on. Mama had bought the caramelized crunchy onions…who knew caramelized crunchy existed? Everything went smoothly, the pie that we were given for helping other neighbors look for their lost dog was warmed up, and so armed, Mama set off and left me and Bucky to our own devices for a few hours. When she got back, we had a nice snooze, and then I let her play ball with me…just my contribution to a great day. And thanks to Kismet, I didn’t get any fatty, greasy scraps. Heck, I didn’t get any scraps cause Mama forgot our doggy bag. But she’s gonna retrieve it tomorrow along with our pie plate. I love you tomorrow ! You’re only a day away.