Honey! There is a fetus riding our dog!

Ok, I stole the title from the short lived comedy show crafted by Matt Stone and Trey Parker of South Park Fame.
"That's My Bush!", was pretty bad, but pretty obscenely funny. It was undoubtedly too crude and too mean spirited of a Bush bashing to last on TV anyway.

In one of the episodes that line was used. Laura Bush screamed that after an aborted fetus (who had lived after the procedure and lived to be an adult although he never grew larger than the size he was when "aborted") landed on the family dog, and the dog ended up running around the room wildly.

Did I scare you away yet?

No?

Sheesh.


I adopted my own little animated Pilgrim Fetus.

Ain't he cute!

Why a Pilgrim?

My mother had the good sense to have my birthday on a holiday. I don't know what her secret was, or whether is was simply in the stars. Born on Thanksgiving Day. Truly, I am a turkey.

Thanksgiving has become my favorite holiday. To me is it about togetherness, and holds more spirit to me in most cases than Christmas. Being an adult, I try to organize "Orphan" Thanksgiving, inviting over anyone I know, or even don't know, to share a dinner cooked in my home by me, and whomever chooses to bravely enter my kitchen.

So, I adopted the Pilgrim Fetus.

I know, sickly cute. I'm new at this blog slog. I'm sure I'll find all kinds of cutesy things to put up as time goes by.

I'm just starting out, so sue me!