Turkey day. A time for friends, family, and togetherness. Or you could just skip all that crap and do what we did. Take the dog for morning stroll down the long dusty road that made Roo dirty.
Katie is in a good mood as she preps lunch. It's been a few days since she's been able to actually cook a full meal and it is something she just needs to get out of her system.
The kitchen turns into a flurry of pans and spatulas. Things are constantly banging off the walls and the floor. That's the way she rolls. I give her a lot of shit about making an absolute mess every time she cooks, but holy smokes can she cook.
After our humble noon time lunch we both crack open a beer and sit outside with the dog. The holiday turns into a classic case of day drinkin' and we suds the afternoon away. Not a bad way to spend a holiday. Not bad at all.