MeatHenge is down with the flu. First it was Momma and baby, now it’s Papa and waiting to see if older boy gets it.
Thanksgiving dinner had to move locations, but all turned out stellar. I have that to post along with a few other goodies. So hang tight boys & girls and we’ll get rolling along in a bit. Hugs to all.
MeatHenge
"If it ain't pork, it ain't sausage"
Meathead got the “Irish Flu”. The extra Irish Coffees he made for after dinner really kicked into gear when he got home. There were songs and story tellings and good old drunken weepathons. Johnny Cash brought down the house. The Laughing Man put us to sleep.
Meathead was in sad shape. He actually sat at Sukis and didn’t have anything but water.
Hope the Biggles family feels better fast. If you need anything call.