This evening I had to make a choice. Go and see someone from our church who’s band was playing at a local club. I totally wanted to go support them* and hang out with the "youngsters" but there were other forces keeping me home. At least one of the parental units has been gone every night for the past 10 nights, so I thought it would be good for our kids to see that their parents still know eachother.
Plus . . . there was a turkey to eat.
And you know what they say, "Always choose the turkey."
After all, Thanksgiving on February 29th only comes every four years.
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