Whatta face!
Actually, Normal isn’t that cute, lol.
I want one for hurricanes in Louisiana. At least we have a small generator.
I do the same, then use the carcass to make turkey frame soup stock. Enjoy that sucker right up to St. Patrick’s Day.
My elderly grandmother would lift her skirts, and trap the heat beneath them. I’ve found it works, lol.
“As day puts on her sombre crown,And shakes her mantle darkly down.”
Sunset, by Paul Laurence Dunbar, 1872-1906
Lucky! All we ever had were pine needles. Three acres worth.
“Y’all” is spelt correctly! I get hot under the collar when someone spells it ’ya’ll’.
My brothers were playing cowboys and Indians, way back in the 60s. Mom looked out the backdoor just in time to stop the eldest one from hanging the younger brother.
La-la-la-Lola.
Whatta face!