Thanksgiving just seems like it’s laced with so many horrors that it ought to be called Halloween II.
Not that Neal was the culprit this year.
Actually, as much as I hate to admit it, he was nothing short of tolerable. First in that I can see now just how much he makes my mom happy. It’s like she’s gotten her smile back—the one she lost years ago when my dad left. Even the Thanksgiving Grinch would have to give him points for that. Long Island escorts.