Now that I’ve stopped sweating gravy, I can document the Thanksgiving weekend. I’ll open up by pointing out that Spanky was the most eager little eater I’ve seen in some time.  He put on a clinic.  It was overdone…almost like he did it just so I’d have to post it.  Well, here’s recognition.  You ate everything in site for about 54 hours…except my Arby-Q.

Then there’s ‘ol Pumpkin. Spanky and I played the joke of the weekend on him at Sakura  (where Spanky also put on a display).  Spanky and I arrived first, and because a certain young lady was also eating there I saw an opportunity to get him on a pretty decent joke…so I primed the pump and told Spanky how to play it when Pumpkin arrived.  He had to deliver it or else there wouldnt’ve been a joke.  The Spankster hooked it up like he’d been a thespian all his life, and the Pumpkin bit hard for about 2.5 seconds…you could see the little frown come over his face.

Goochout