Every time Jeff comes to the farm my grandfather recruits him to hunt and help with things around the farm. Jeff's a gamer, mind you, and an engineer; he's in a school full of geeks and nerds with brains bigger than their skulls (which is awesome, don't get me wrong). But coming and putting on old boots, grabbing a gun, and running around with my grandfather takes Grandad back to the giddy stages.
They turn into little boys. It's humerous.
While this goes on my grandmother and I say home, play cards, watch the dog show. What is the purpose of a dog show on Thanksgiving?
So we wrap up our thanks and laugh at the Kleenex' Virtual Moms. Thank God for red lipstick, homemade stuffing, timid aunts, and the sun that is finally showing it's face.
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