My sunburn = Lobster Status.
Great.
For the Windows in Oceans.
More Thanksgiving weirdness from the Hill House…
My mom and I went to the gym this morning and came back to find my dad making some sort of Pineapple/cherry/coconut/cottage cheese/walnut concoction. “I found some stuff in the fridge and thought it would be good together.”
He made us try it and it was strangely good and flippin’ terrible at the same time.
There were also a few feathers strewn across the counter, so I asked about them and received this reply: That turkey must have been real fresh is all I can say. Had feathers still on it’s left leg. Tore em’ off myself.
Gross.
The Grandparents will be here soon. Oh, help.
