I felt like a blood soaked tick the next day.
I couldn't even move. I believe I would even describe myself as
having a food hangover! I remember just laying face down on the table
in the breakroom the next morning and going to sleep. I even fed a
racer! Something I had never done in all my years in the dog business.
That meant the dog was scratched (couldn't race for 10 days) and there
was a $50 fine (fortunately my boss didn't make me pay it)
It was
the first Thanksgiving after I left my husband. All the people who had
helped me that year and my family wanted me to have Thanksgiving with
them. So I did. I didn't skimp on not one meal. I did my morning work
at the track and I had the rest of the day off. Here is where I ate 7
FULL Thanksgiving meals.
1. Mom's house
2. Dad's house
3. Granny Brennan's house
4. Granny Farley's house
5. Sis's house
6. Mike and Mitzie's house
7. Dave and Gail's house
After that year I learned to tell people "no".
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