My ideas are thinning out as my waist line in thickening. Why is it I feel like Thanksgiving has lasted for a week instead of one day? Perhaps because it was my turn to roast a turkey.
If eating was all I could ever do,
I think I love to eat turkey with you.
We'd munch and slurp and stuff our face
Until our tummies fell over the place.
Then sit and design something to wear that's new.
Next year, a pink and brown, size large mumu.