A few weeks ago we went to this Halloween party put on by some friends. The party was not a ridiculous “naughty” Halloween party, but rather one geared toward kids. Except there was beer. For the party, The Scripper and his wife brought cupcakes. A lot of cupcakes. When we decided to leave, they tried to get us to take them.
There were two problems with that possibility:
- They were all in a box and there were no other boxes.
- We didn’t want them.
The next morning we awoke to several cupcakes on our lawn. We were later told that there were more thrown there than we discovered, so either Rico had a smooth dessert or some raccoons were treated. It’s cool, though. I don’t hold grudges.
Well, tonight, we happened upon a really nice gift. Christy brought home a turkey that was donated to us at a party she attended. More accurately, it was a turkey carcass and it came complete in a bag. As she drove home she called me with the plan. The turkey was to be placed upon the porch of The Scripper. I can swing that. So I did.
Happy Thanksgiving, Scripper.