Happy Thanksgiving!

My mother advises me that she will be having spaghetti and meatballs for Thanksgiving. I advised her that I would not be attending (due largely to the unconventional menu).

Of course, if the Pilgrims had been, say, Italians, then maybe this would be the meal of choice for Thanksgiving.

I can just see Guido going out to whack the turkey, so that the meat can be ground for sausages and meatballs. I can just see Concetta going out to barter with the locals for some grain, to make flour for her spaghetti.

Indian: "How. Wheat basket be 42 beads."

Concetta: "What the fuck do you mean, 42 beads?" [Shoots indian, takes wheat.]

Happy Thanksgiving, and to all, a good night.