I smell leftover turkey and ham. It permeates my senses 24-hours a day and I refuse to let my Mom sleep. I NEED turkey. And ham. So I stand in front of her with this happy, pleading face no matter where she goes.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Love, Dharma
I smell leftover turkey and ham. It permeates my senses 24-hours a day and I refuse to let my Mom sleep. I NEED turkey. And ham. So I stand in front of her with this happy, pleading face no matter where she goes.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Love, Dharma