A friend was over tonight as we were getting started making food for Thanksgiving. Pal said, as part of a discussion of events in the life of a mutual friend I hadn’t seen in ages:
“This time they’re going to have a real wedding, not another funeral home deal.”
Naturally I asked for an explanation, after which I thanked the Baby Jesus that I live in the South.
I would very much like it if you readers would keep track of unintentionally amusing or just plain crackpot things you overhear at your Thanksgiving get-togethers. Humor me.



I was at a Thanksgiving dinner about fifteen years. We we’re all eating and watching football when the hosts announced that they were getting married right then and there. Preacher came in and performed the service while I was pigging out on those little pecan pie things.