Turkey N More
Happy Thanksgiving My Squiddies!
What am I thankful for? For all you Squid Readers out there! Have a wonderful day of foodings, friends an’ family and reflection.
Randie is just happy to be in the company of a turkey!
Happy Thanksgiving My Squiddies!
What am I thankful for? For all you Squid Readers out there! Have a wonderful day of foodings, friends an’ family and reflection.
Randie is just happy to be in the company of a turkey!
Consider yourself, one of us!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LzmdovYoAI
Made it to my parents house behind schedule, but ahead of the storm.
Happy Thanksgiving to all of my fellow Squiddies as well, including those who don’t have Thanksgiving on the calendar today. And especially to you, “Bridge”, who brought us all together.
Wow… I think Randie’s sniffing up the aroma so hard in panel 2, it’s a wonder she didn’t suck the sides of the panel inwards! š
And poor, embarrassed Ryan… I think I’d be trying to pretend I don’t know her – if I hadn’t just brought her in through the front door with me, that is…
Have we seen Emily’s left hand yet?
Joe: If you mean “have we seen it ever?”, then… yes – in her first appearance.
happy thanksgiving everyone!
I hope all of you have had a lovely Turkey Day!
Glad you got in okay Joe M… nothing should keep you from tastey turkeyness. And the Oliver clip was fun! (I think I’m gonna be singing that in my sleep, thank you very much!)
Astragali: I think Ryan is definitely a bit embarrassed. I suspect that Randie had seconds… maybe thirds…
Pete: hugs!
To Flo and all… more hugs!
Brig: That’s where Randie and I differ significantly… If I’m paying a visit to someone I don’t know too well, I’m not going to eat much, no matter how hungry I may be.
The classic example for me is back in high school: Due to the way the examination timetable had been set up, I was scheduled to take three exams simultaneously! As I’m more of a Clark Kent-wannabe than actually being Superman, this wasn’t possible, so I was required to stay overnight at the house of the deputy headmistress, so that I didn’t come into contact with other students. I was intimidated and terrified (and she had a big dog, which didn’t help), and consequently, ate very little of what was offered. She even (jokingly) offered me whisky to drink, because I was politely refusing everything – and my appetite back then was much greater than now (though as my girth would illustrate, it’s still pretty substantial).
HOORAY FOR THANKSGIVING FOOD!
…I, too, am a starvin’ artist.