If you are reading this on Thanksgiving morning (and why aren't you busy cooking or something??), we are not here.
We are actually out among 'em, delivering Thanksgiving meals to homebound seniors.
Yes, we are that family. The selfless ones. The ones who make our children to be grateful for what they have by forcing them to see those less fortunate, up close and personal.
I kid, of course, because this actually is a very important project for me and my family.
In one of the most perfect non-sequitors ever, what we WON'T be delivering today is green beans.
At least not the Tranny Head definition of green beans.
If I have to explain green beans to you, then it loses all its charm.
Anyway, Tranny has challenged us to recount our best green bean story for Thanksgiving.
To do that, however, I needed to dig into my archives. Not that far, but I had to dig anyway, because really? I've already posted my best green bean story:
Trust me, I can't make up stuff that would be better.
Tranny? This one's for you.