The next day, Francegiving, we sent the boys out and Mrs.London and I got busy cooking. Since turkey is a pain in the petunia to get in France when it's not Christmas, I opted for a chicken. Turkey or chicken, either way it's poultry and me and poultry aren't friends. I find it icky as you can see by my facial expression in this photo.
sent by Mommy London), Gregory and Mr.London still managed to get up to their usual shenanigans; wrestling, cuddling, busting out a BB gun, you know the usual. (Oh and in the interest of full disclosure, the previous evening's wrestling match was so intense, Mr. London had a pair of perfectly good trousers ripped. They're really nothing but overgrown children.)
|I keep saying to Gregory, "You'll shoot your eye out" but he doesn't get the reference. |
I guess we'll be watching 'A Christmas Story' this holiday season.
Of course flaming liquer does tend to produce odd behavior on occasion such as; trying to make paper turkeys fly, attempting to recreate the Dirty Dancing lift, and then something that resembles a patriotic princess bag lady.