Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Franksgiving

I'm not really sure where to start with my Thanksgiving story, so I'm just going to rip this off like a bandaid - I boned down in the basement of my friend's parent's house in the suburbs of Philly, and my friend's dad busted me. To be fair, we were sleeping at the time, but suddenly the lights were on and I heard a "Oh hai!" shock of surprise, followed by retreating footsteps. Then I heard him tell my buddy's entire family (mom, sisters, sister's fiance, etc) that "Shanon and ...someone are downstairs."

I quickly ran upstairs and told those busy-bodies I could hear every word they were saying, then my friend's mom asked me if he wanted to stay for Thanksgiving dinner. When said boy finally came upstairs he was promptly given a cup of coffee and a piece of cake, then got to watch me get a flu shot (I'll give you one guess as to who's family this is). After he left my friend's mom said she approved and we make a really cute couple.

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