Mom sent me an email and said that I should write a story about the time I cooked Thanksgiving dinner for the family and my neighbors cooked some things to help me out. This appears to be a slippery slope to me. What she really wants to know after all these years is did my neighbors actually cook the whole meal and I just took credit for it. I think Mom has a list of things she is suspicious about and if I spill the beans on this Thanksgiving thing, she'll want me to write stories about other things on her list. Well, as my brother Ron would say, "do I look stupid?"
The truth of the matter is that I actually did cook that meal and my neighbors gave me more moral support than anything else. They cooked a couple of dishes and tried to tell me how to cook the rest of it. They weren't completely successful, though. When I started cutting the turkey, I happened to notice there was a bag inside of it. You people who have cooked a turkey are way ahead of me. I don't remember what he said at the time, but Ron probably said "do you look stupid?" more as a statement than a question. Well, how many turkeys have you cooked, Ron?
Did you see that? This writing business is great. At the end of the previous paragraph, I allowed my self to have the last word with Ron. I'm sure he'll notice that. Now if I can just write a story about winning an argument with my brother, Don, my Mt. Everest of personal achievement will have been accomplished. Mom, if you have any suspicions about anything my brothers did, I'll be happy to write the true story about that.
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