I’m on Day Two of my four day weekend. Yesterday went by entirely too fast. This does not bode well. This morning, I had to take the hubby in for round two of the permanent situation that will prevent us from populating the world. So for the rest of the day, I am at his beck and call. And I have the very important job of rotating the frozen bags of peas. It is a FUN FILLED day in our house, let me tell ya. I did convince him (convince is the wrong word because I just suggested it and he agreed) to watch the Twilight movies with me . . . and this just tells me that his pain medication is working wonders.
Well, it appears that you all liked the Scarecrow poem so I thought I should get you a Thanksgiving poem. This is going against some of you who asked for Christmas poems. It is not time yet. I can’t. I’m freaking OUT about it. Also, I have decided to write a disclaimer about this poem for vegetarians and/or vegans. Just so that no one gets upset with me. I’m covering my booty. Or boot-ay. (or my big ole behind that gets bigger as I continue to sit on the couch blogging)
Disclaimer – no actual turkeys were harmed during the typing of this post.
And, just for the record, I LOVE turkey sandwiches. They are my go-to sandwich. Add some bacon and a little too much mayo and I’m a satisfied girl. Also, I appreciate it a lot more if the bread is fresh and someone makes it for me. Like Jersey Mike. However, carved turkey on Thanksgiving is not my fave. It’s too thick. Or it gets cold too fast. Or it needs good gravy. It’s just high maintenance! So I’d rather have some ham. From a pig. With honey baked goodness. And you can just deliver it right to me on the front porch. DEE-LISH.
I got a little side tracked. And now I’m hungry.
If you want a “recording sheet” for this center, students can fill in the missing sight words.
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Duty calls – time to change the peas. Don’t you think the wife should get some medication?