girl at large

I had a great Thanksgiving with the Mysterious H. —shared the cooking a bit (I was assigned stuffing, cranberries and white-trash style sweet potatoes–no sweat)and had a perfect day. You know, for spending it in a strange town, with strangers (well, not really) and feeling entirely discumbobulated (sp?).
We found a complete butterball turkey, still in its wrapper, on a lawn down the street. Grandma woulda freaked–what a waste.