GROAN

No, not really. I've learned not to heap my plate with a mound of food and then try to stuff my face and look like the turkey. We went to Jimbob's brother's along with 20 something other people. It was a lot of fun. Except four hours of enforced football about did me in.

I see some of these people once, maybe twice a year. The others neither of us had ever met before. I'm not the outgoing type and really have little to say under normal circumstances. No, that's not true either. I have lots to say, I'm just not comfortable in large gatherings. I'm more apt to sit in a corner and watch. Maybe that's why I like to blog.

In my writing I can be eloquent, or at least chatty, without feeling awkward. I know a lot of that comes from my father who thought kids should be seen and not heard. By the time I was an adult, it was too late. And so you see, I'm a social retard.

On a sad note, a good friend called yesterday afternoon to tell us they had buried Maggie. Maggie was their 13 year old German shepherd who they both adored. They don't have children, and Maggie and Georgia May are an integral part of their lives.

I'm sure anyone who is not an animal lover will not understand, but those who are please say a prayer for Doug and Jill who are grieving this morning.