Thanksgiving in D.C.

“Oh and seven!”

Uncle Ben rocks off the couch to his feet. Pants unbuckled, hanging past his hips. He slaps the blue star on my chest.

“Ain’t no cowgirls here, son.” Turkey bits stuck between his teeth. “Go on back to Dallas.”

18 thoughts on “Thanksgiving in D.C.

  1. That’s not a sight I would want to see after dinner, for that matter, LOL! DC is my neck of the woods but don’t get me started about Washington’s team. How much is a fan supposed to suffer?

    Don’t like Dallas’, either. 🙂

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