So, Thanksgiving Day . . . I never quite know what to put up for Thanksgiving. I mean, I could make a joke; something like “Look who’s coming to dinner!“
Past years are of little help. In 2012 I did a summary of that year’s Flash Fiction. In 2013, I PUNNED. People liked the 2014 Thanksgiving post because it was short. In 2015, I was ankle-deep in NaNoWriMo and must have plain forgot. Last year saw a mishmash of stuff . . . and I have a feeling this year will be no different.
I could talk about goats . . . Thanksgiving goats are a thing, right?
Wait, this is Hawaiʻi and there’s nothing that says Hawaiʻi like . . .
I mean, if I were back on the mainland, I’d probably be doing some sort of leaf-motif . . .
. . . although, I’m not sure if that hints Thanksgiving.
Sure, I could do flowers . . .
. . . but, again, are they really “Thanksgiving?”
Food is something associated with Thanksgiving, but this year we bought all pre-made stuff (thanks, Costco!) so it’s nothing exciting. I have photos of past food (can’t wait until we have a house again because I miss this stuff) . . .
You know what? How about this?
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