Tofurkey and Eight Degree Weather

It’s eight degrees outside. Eight. Thank God the temperature will soar to a balmy Twenty-two tomorrow. Is it okay if I just stay in this bed until I have to go to work on Monday? We ventured out to the in-loves’ for Thanksgiving dinner. My mother-in-love always makes me a tofurkey every year. Lordy, I sure love that woman. I’m so full I can’t see the waistband of my boxers. Oh well, think I’ll ditch ’em and go nighty-nite. I sure am sleepy. Do tofurkeys have triptophan?


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