The Thanksgiving Table


This is what 20 Thanksgiving dinners will buy you: a wash and wear tablecloth with a wild print you could slaughter the turkey on with no change in the pattern; non-red candles that don't stain when they drip; and a bowl of mini-pumpkins you grew yourself because you saw them at 2 for $5 last year and vowed that would never happen to you again. 
Experience counts!

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