It sure doesn't feel like Thanksgiving, 82 degrees F and lots of sun and it was 73 degress at daybreak. I'm walking around the house wearing shorts and t-shirt!
Broke day in a goose blind. By the time I walked to the pit from my truck I was soaking wet with persperation and the mosquitos were thick.
Then I delivered some Pecan Pies to my favorite nursing home and chatted with some oldtimers that served in WW2. I love thier storties and thanked them again for thier service. They don't remember much but they remember serving.
Getting ready to grill a T-Bone steak then kicking back to watch the Saints spank the Cowpokes