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Mama's Losin' It

This week I thought it would be nice to take part in Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop. With writer's prompts, I decided to just show you in pictures my response to #2.) Share a photo of what Thanksgiving looks like in your neck of the woods.
 
Oh, yeah.  These are pictures from last Thanksgiving at my house.


What?!  It could happen.

Really.  It could.  Especially if you picture the boy in stripes is not laughing but burping.  Yep.  That's my house.

Comments

  1. Pumpkin DelightNovember 25, 2010 at 1:26 AM

    That's funny. Those old Norman Rockwell pictures are very cute, but I think quite different from most people's lives these days.
    Happy Thanksgiving!

    stopping by from mama kat's

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  2. ElizabethNovember 25, 2010 at 1:20 PM

    Love those photos...very clever...love Norman Rockwell.

    Happy Thanksgiving.

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  3. M-CatNovember 27, 2010 at 6:29 PM

    I always wonder what planet Rockwell was living on.

    At least you had dinner at your home, or someone's home right? That's a step up from us

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  4. LynnieNovember 28, 2010 at 2:52 AM

    Hahahha! I wanna see the real pictures now!

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  5. CountessLaurieNovember 28, 2010 at 7:43 AM

    Happy Thanksgiving, a few days late :-)

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