Mostly True Memoirs


For Thanksgiving, I made enough food to feed an army.

The idea was that I wouldn’t have to cook for the rest of the weekend.

But now here we are, less than 24 hours after the holiday, and they have eaten me out of house and home.

There is not one crumb left of our Thanksgiving feast.

And they want to know what we’re going to eat for dinner tonight.

Yep, I am definitely a Mom of Boys.

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