Thursday, November 25, 2010

Huey...

That's our Turkey's name this year. I name our turkey every year, but sometimes duplicate names (particularly Marley, when I'm feeling mellow and rasta-like). Wierd tradition, I know. Even wierder, that every year, after I unwrap him and rinse him all off, I do a turkey dance, holding the turkey up by his wings, and wait for him to SPEAK to me, and tell me his name...this year, one of the joints in his wings broke, and I twirled and juggled him around trying not to drop him in the floor--like a WHIRLY BIRD.

So his name is Huey, like the helicopter! I'll post a picture later.

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