| Just give me another Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving was great. We had all the chaos of the holidays without the hassle and headaches of gift-giving. I don't know what she finds so funny. But after 25 years of marriage, I'm not about to interrupt a rare emotional outpouring. Like I said, it was a great Thanksgiving. After the chores, the toddler and I watched that big pretentious parade they put on in New York every year. I have my limitations, sure, but watching a big pretentious parade with me is possibly the most fun you could ever have. "The great thing about marching band uniforms," I tell the toddler, "is that they haven't really evolved since about 1812." So we sit and watch the parade, freckle to freckle, check to cheek. The turkey's in the oven. My wife is serving scones for breakfast. Is there anything better than Thanksgiving morning when the kitchen windows fog up and
wait a second, she's serving I find it odd that she'd serve a British pastry on such an American morning. After all, ever
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