All week my dad has been mumbling something or other about getting his goose stuffed. But you know, it’s Kansas. I thought it was a euphemism or something. Silly, silly city girl. He really WAS getting his goose stuffed!
He brought her home today (him? who knows) and has set her in my bedroom until he takes her out to his “lodge.”
I head back to Minneapolis tomorrow morning at 6 a.m., so I should be home and back in bed by about 9 (here’s hoping). And then hopefully I’ll see many of you out tomorrow night, but if not, I hope everyone has a happy New Year.