Well, it’s that time of year again. Where everyone is making lots of nasty, gross, disgusting turkey. *gags*
The best part about this year is that I get to spend it with James and his family who I really like, but here’s a serious question. Where’s the ham? Please tell me there will be ham. I mean, I hate turkey, eew!
Now maybe if there’s lots of pumpkin pie I won’t mind, but as long as I get it and not James the greety pig.
So mom, is there ham?
I’ll tell you all how things go if I survive sometime over the weekend.
Cat
Keep your tiny little hands off my damn pie, ya thief. *glares*
What pie? I see no damn pie.
Where’s my pie!!
Cat
yes you can have ham… and pie. i’m sitll suspicious of that new male of yours, since you never got my approval and all…
*cries* I can’t have pie. There’s no pie around here. I think he stole it already.
See, you have a right to be suspicious of him. You should come beat him up.
Hopefully you’ll get to meet him if you guys go to Montreal and I come watch.
Cat
See? There’s pie. It’s over there. And it’s mine. Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha. Or something.
You stay away from that pie! That’s mine mine mine. You get that nasty turkey over there.
Angell come kick his butt for me, hahahahahahha.
Cat
lol pretty sure we are going to montreal. we can sort out everything when the time comes