Hey, it's chapter 8! Or 9, if you're going to be a jerk about FFNet's chapter labeling.
This chapter shall be a lot shorter and duller than the last one. I have declared it so.
I probably don't own a single thing I mention in this story.
Ron stretched, yawned, and scratched himself as he woke up.
"Ahhhh..."
Ron then farted loudly enough to jolt Rufus awake.
"Heh...sorry little buddy."
"Hnnk! Gassy! Pee-yew!" was the somewhat indignant naked mole rat's reply.
"Yeah yeah." chuckled Ron as he got up and gathered some clothes to put on after showering. "Better not eat too much this morning, Rufus. It's Thanksgiving!"
Rufus immediately perked up. "YAY! TURKEY!" The little pink rodent immediately jumped down to the floor and ran to the kitchen. Ron could already smell his mother's delicious cooking wafting up from the kitchen.
Ron smiled as he grabbed a pair of socks and wandered down the hall to the bathroom. It was going to be a busy Thanksgiving. First, his family was going to have Thanksgiving by themselves this year, as most other Stoppables would be visiting their in-laws or were simply too far away to come to Middleton.
Normally Ron was all about the extended fam coming over for a holiday, but no family meant no evil cousin Shawn and his freaky iguana, and no unpleasant, sleazy Reuben with his equally unpleasant bride.
Ron was like, totally down with that.
Then, it was off to the Possible's for even more foodage, as was the tradition. Ron was expected to show up at the Possibles to visit and help them keep the leftovers to a minimum. Usually Ron would end up at the Possibles, eat even more, and then end up passed out on their couch with Kim.
The only change over the years had been that in the years before the junior prom they usually ended up dozing at opposite ends of the couch. Last year they'd passed out practically laying on top of each other. Mrs. Possible had taken several pictures. Mr. Possible had tried to grumble about black holes, but there was no keeping the smile off of his face.
This year, however, Kim wouldn't be there, which made Ron frown a bit. He wondered what Kim was going to do for the American holiday, all the way across the ocean in the UK. He'd ask her parents later.
Another tradition was being broken this year as well. Tara had invited Ron over to the Strong home that evening for a visit and grazing on leftovers. Ron's bottomless pit of a stomach hadn't diminished with age.
Though, to be fair, it had to be said that Tara's younger siblings and her father had insisted that Ron come over as well. They all loved having the goofy blonde around. Ron agreed to go, of course. Ron was all about the turkey day.
Ron had jokingly asked Tara if she was inviting him over so she wouldn't have to face her crazy extended family alone again. She had laughed, cuffed him on the arm, and informed him that only her grandmother was coming for the holiday. Everyone else was going to their in-laws. Ron was okay with this. He wasn't sure if he'd survive another Aunt Minnie hug. And Frank Strong unnervingly reminded Ron of Steve Barkin.
Ron smiled as he jumped into the shower. Even without Kim, this would probably be an okay holiday. And he had every intention of calling her tomorrow on the Kimmunicator and taking the first steps towards rebuilding their relationship.
As he set the water temperature and climbed into the shower, Ron couldn't help but dance a little and quietly sing the lyrics to the O'Boyz' latest 'comeback' single, Never Gonna Feel You Up.
"Never gonna feel you up!
Never gonna touch you down!
Never gonna grope around
and upskirt you!"
Yep, the O'boyz were lyrical geniuses, though Ron couldn't shake the lingering feeling that he'd heard this song before.
Ron eventually stopped singing and scrubbing and got out of the shower to dry himself. He couldn't loaf around all morning, after all. He knew his mother expected him to help her prepare the usual Stoppable family Thanksgiving feast. Having two great cooks in the house certainly made the meal preparations easier.
Ron chuckled as he thought about another benefit to not having the extended family over this year. He wouldn't have to put up with his family commenting about how much Ron was like his mother. His facial features, his hair, his cooking abilities, his rather lanky frame, his usually gentle nature...all seemed to have been inherited straight from Mrs. Stoppable. Ron knew they were right, but they didn't have to rub it in!
After putting his socks on and throwing his black and white shirt over his head, Ron took a second to muss up his hair the way he liked, and strolled out of the bathroom to go downstairs. He was sure he'd be keeping Rufus out of the food as much as he'd be cooking.
"Ronnie! Could you come down here and get your pet out of the stuffing?" yelled Ron's mother from the kitchen.
Yep. He'd be doing a lot of that today. As Ron went down the stairs, he couldn't help but hum a few more O'boyz lines.
Meanwhile, at the Strong residence, Tara and her father were also in the kitchen, preparing for the meal. Karl preferred to cook his turkey on the charcoal kettle, so the oven and the rest of the kitchen were free to prepare other dishes. While Tara and her dad prepared the meal, Katie and Robbie were dusting, vacuuming, and generally tidying up the house.
"When is grandma getting here, Dad?" asked Tara as she worked on the potatoes.
"Probably in a couple of hours." Karl Strong paused for a moment before smiling goofily and asking "When is Ronald going to come?"
Tara immediately perked up at the mention of Ron. "Probably later this evening. He's going to have Thanksgiving with his family, and then stop by the Possibles' house, and...why are you smiling like that?"
"I saw the way you smiled when I mentioned him. Are you sure there's nothing between the two of you?"
"YES! I'm quite sure that we're just good friends, dad." Now Tara was annoyed.
"Why is that again?"
"Hmm...it might have something to do with Ron already having a girlfriend. A girlfriend who is also my friend, who I respect very much, and who knows 16 kinds of kung-fu and could probably kill me ten times before I hit the ground if she wanted to. You know, that reason why?"
"Ah, right. That reason. That's a shame." said Karl as he stroked his beard. "You and him go well together."
"Aren't fathers usually supposed to keep boys away from their little girls, instead of encouraging them?" smirked Tara as she put the bowl of mashed potatoes aside and hunted in the fridge for something. Tara never had much trouble discussing personal matters with her father. She knew that he was there for her.
"What can I say? I like Ronald. Besides, a good father just wants his little girl to be happy, and I can see that he makes you happy." Karl pointed out. Tara had no response. "Besides, I like him better than any of those cavemen your old cheer squad friends set you up with. Or that smirky 'artist'...John Monkey, was it? Just what was that guy's deal anyway?"
"It was Josh Mankey, and he wasn't that bad, if you didn't mind dating a block of wood that happened to enjoy painting. If Kim and Ron ever hit total flameout, you can be sure that I'll be the first in line. But I'm not going to try and break them up." said Tara pointedly. "I'm not that kind of girl."
"I know. Still, even the twins think he's great. I'm sure they wouldn't mind having him around either." winked Karl.
"Dad! That's enough! Besides, when's the last time you checked the turkey?"
Karl got the hint. "Right, right. Checking it now." he chuckled as he left the room. Tara just sighed and spoke quietly to herself.
"I'm not that kind of girl."
"Those pies look lovely, Ronnie." Ron was pulling two pumpkin pies out of the stove in the Stoppable kitchen, and they certainly looked and smelled fantastic.
"Thanks, mom." said Ron as he gracefully set a pie on a cooling rack with one hand and intercepted Rufus with the other.
"Grrr." was all Rufus had to say, as he was thwarted for the fifth time that morning.
"So, when are you planning for us to eat?" asked Ron.
"Around noon, if everything goes to plan." replied Mrs. Stoppable.
"Sounds good, though I still think we should be having Nacos with Thanksgiving dinner." joked Ron. "Because I'm totally thankful for Bueno Nacho."
"Ronnie, you've been saying that since the place opened."
"I'm just sayin'!"
"Ugh. This son of mine.... I wish Kimmie was here. She'd set you straight." joked Mrs. Stoppable.
"Yeah, I wish Kim was here too."
Many hours ahead, at her apartment in Cambridge Kim sighed as she tucked into the turkey sandwich, diet Coke, and slice of pumpkin pie she'd bought from a local shop. It wasn't much of a Thanksgiving meal, but it would have to do.
Kim took a bit and sighed again. 'I wish I was at home with Ron and my family.' Kim wanted nothing better than to sit down at the Possible table and watch Ron as he gorged himself on turkey and stuffing while he ignored the vegetables.
But, she had lots of work to complete, thanks to the looming holiday break. And, she didn't want to start abusing favors for personal reasons, especially since she planned to ask Ron to come to her over the break.
That was another thing...
'Tomorrow. Tomorrow I'm going to call Ron, apologize, and ask him to come here over the break.' thought Kim. Her conviction was unbreakable at this point. She simply couldn't go much longer without hearing his voice. She still wasn't quite sure what she was going to say to him, but she knew she'd figure it out.
Kim's parents had already called her today, to wish her a happy Thanksgiving and tell her that they couldn't wait to see her next month. Kim had been quite happy to hear from her parents, but Ron hadn't called. She knew he was probably busy, but it wouldn't have hurt him to call.
Though, she had to admit, she couldn't find the bravery to call him either. But, soon.
Kim decided she'd had much better pumpkin pies in her lifetime, mostly the ones Ron and Mrs. Stoppable would make every year.
'I'd better get this research project done.' Kim sighed as she went back to her work.
'Happy Thanksgiving to me, I guess.'
"Grandma Carol!" Tara ran up and hugged the elderly woman. "It's so good to see you again!"
"Oh, it's great to see you too, dear." smiled the short lady as she hugged her granddaughter back.
"Grandma!" Tara's younger siblings ran up to give their grandmother a hug. She was equally delighted to see them.
"Hi mom." Tara's dad smiled as he walked up and gave his mom a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She greeted him and then handed him a bag.
"These are for dinner. My homemade dinner rolls."
"I'll get them ready." said Mr. Strong as he took the bag and headed to the kitchen.
"Come on Grandma, sit down." said Tara as she led the way to the living room and motioned to the couch. "Dad's still got to carve up the turkey before we can eat." Katie joined them while Robbie went to help his dad with the turkey.
The different generations of Strong ladies sat and chatted for a while, telling each other what had been happening in their lives to that point, before Tara's grandma changed the subject.
"Is Ronald going to come here today?"
"Yes, but not until later this evening. He and I will probably just munch on some leftovers for supper."
"Oh, I'll probably miss him then. That's a shame. It's so good that you've found yourself a nice young man, Tara. I liked seeing the two of you together at the twins' birthday." said Grandma Carol as innocently as she could.
"Grandma!" Tara blushed a bit. "We're just friends! He has a girlfriend!"
"Oh was that it?" asked Tara's grandma, feigning old-lady forgetfulness but being betrayed by her small smile.
Katie, who had been silent for a moment, chose to speak up. "Not that Tara would mind being Ron's girlfriend!" she smirked. "She luuuuuuuuuuuuurves him!"
"Katherine!" Now Tara was angry, and embarrassed. She didn't appreciate being outed like this.
"And she totally wants his bod, too! Last time he was here, the poor guy's belt buckle broke and his pants fell down! Tara blushed so hard she looked like a blonde tomato! She couldn't stop staring! I thought she was going to have a heart attac..." she was cut off by a throw pillow nearly decapitating her.
By this point, even Grandma Carol was struggling not to laugh too loud, and Katie was just howling. Tara just sat there and fumed for a bit, before she had to stifle a few giggles of her own.
"In my defense, he does have a really cute butt."
"Mom! Tara! Katie! Food's on!" Mr. Strong called from the kitchen. It was about noon.
As they were walking towards the dining room, Grandma Carol had one more thing to say to her oldest granddaughter.
"You know, when I met your grandfather, I thought he had a cute fanny too..."
"Grandma!"
"Dear, we're ready!"
Gene Stoppable finished sharpening his carving knife and went to join his wife and son in the Stoppable family dining room.
"Wow, everything looks great, you two!" Gene surveyed the spread before him, before settling his attention on the somewhat small, but otherwise delicious-looking turkey.
Gene set his knife and prongs down, and sat. After some quick prayers, Gene stood back up and set about carving up the bird. "I suppose without family coming over, we didn't need a very big bird, eh?"
"Mmm. Mom, this turkey is badical!" exclaimed Ron as he took a bite. There was no question where Ron got his cooking skills from.
"Hnk! Good turk-y!" agreed Rufus as he gobbled from his own plate. On special occasions, the gluttonous naked mole rat was allowed to eat at the table.
After everyone had dished up, and were chatting and eating, Ron's dad turned to Ron.
"How are things with the ladies in your life?"
"Ladies?" Ron was confused.
"Your girlfriend, and your blonde friend." Gene clarified.
"Well...okay I guess. Kim and I have kinda hit a rough patch, I haven't spoken to her in about a week." said Ron, as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Oh dear. What happened?" asked Mrs. Stoppable.
"Uh, we had kind of a serious argument. It was definitely the drama." Ron sighed. "I'm calling her tomorrow. I've gone long enough without hearing her voice."
Ron's parents exchanged a look. Ron fighting with Kim like this while Tara had her sights on him wasn't a good thing. His parents weren't quite as oblivious as he was. They knew how she felt about their son.
"Why didn't you tell us you were having problems with Kim, Ronnie?" asked Mrs. Stoppable.
"I guess I just didn't want to talk about it. It doesn't matter now, anyway. I'm just going to call her tomorrow and apologize and try to smooth things over. I'm sure she'll listen to me." said Ron.
"What was the fight about, son?" asked Mr. Stoppable.
"Well, it started out with holiday break plans...but then it spilled over to other things and went downhill pretty fast from there. Total flameout." Ron's head hung low and he started eating again.
"And, how's Tara?" asked Mr. Stoppable, not noticing the glance from his wife. He just wanted to steer the conversation away from Kim.
"She's fine. We hang out at Bueno Nacho, study sometimes, watch DVD's sometimes. Usual friend stuff." answered Ron. "She won't play Zombie Mayhem though."
"Is she doing anything for Thanksgiving?"
"I guess they're having it at her house. Her grandma is the only one coming though. Oh, and me."
"You?" Now Mrs. Stoppable's interest was piqued.
"Uh, heh. Yeah. Tara invited me, and then her dad and sibs insisted that I come. They wouldn't take no for an answer."
Ron's parents exchanged another glance. Tara's family is inviting Ron to family events now?
"When do you plan to go over there?" asked Ron's mom.
"After I leave the Drs. P. It'll be supper time by then and we'll probably just eat leftover foodage." answered Ron. "Tara tells me that leftover turkey sandwiches on her grandma's homemade dinner rolls are amazing."
"Ah."
The subject soon changed and the hours passed and before long, it was time for Ron to bid goodbye to his parents and make the short trip to the Possible home. Ron made to grab Rufus and bring him along to visit the Possibles, but the little naked mole rat was sleeping like a log.
Seems the tryptophan in the turkey was too much for the naked mole rat.
"So Tara, how is school going?" asked Grandma Carol as the Strong family enjoyed their Thanksgiving meal.
"Great! You need to learn a lot about the human body to become a nurse though! Sometimes I feel like I'll never learn it all."
"Don't worry, dear. Just keep working hard and you'll be fine." Tara's grandmother patted her hand as she said it.
"Thanks, Grandma."
Tara's brother piped up from across the table. "Once you've learned everything, you can play 'Doctor' with Ron." both twins laughed at this.
Tara looked like she wanted to throw her utensils at her siblings. "Ron is just my friend! Don't talk like that at the dinner table!"
"Calm down, everyone." said Tara's grandmother.
"Listen to your grandmother." said Tara, giving her sibs a look.
Grandma Carol then turned to the twins. "Save the teasing for after we eat." she said with a wink.
"Hey!"
"Ronald! Happy Thanksgiving! Come in!" Mrs. Possible seized Ron in a bear-hug and dragged him into the Possible residence.
"Same to you, Mrs. Dr. P." smiled Ron.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Ronald!" greeted Mr. Dr. P as Ron walked in. "I hope you're hungry! Anne made some of her famous brain-shaped sweet potato molds for today!"
"I took it easy when I ate with my parents, Mr. Dr. P. Only two platefuls!" both men laughed.
"Hey Ron..."
"...long time..."
"...no see!" finished Jim and Tim at the same time.
Ron gave both teens affectionate noogies.
"Hey Tweebs! Happy Thanksgiving to you too!"
"So, how's the car..."
"...since we..."
"...put it back together?"
"The old Buick is totally badical thanks to you tech geniuses! It runs great and the stereo totally kicks!" enthused Ron. Really, having the Tweebs around as his personal mechanics was fantastic.
"Hoo-sha!"
Ron idly wondered if the Tweebs would ever get tired of using their self-made catchphrases. 'They'll have to find girls who don't mind it.'
Mrs. Dr. P set the last dish down on the dining room table. "Boys! Come and eat!"
After everyone was seated and served, the conversation meandered to the usual topics. When the subject of Kim came up, the Possible family was surprised about Ron and Kim's current problems. They hadn't heard anything. Though, they were relieved when Ron said he was going to talk to Kim tomorrow.
They were even more surprised to hear that Ron would be leaving later that evening to go to Tara's father's house for a Thanksgiving visit as well.
They'd had to ask who Tara was. Ron mentioned that she was an old cheerleading buddy of Kim's and his, and that she was the best friend he had who currently lived in the Tri-City area. Ron mentioned that the two of them got along pretty well and he joked that if she was a mechanical engineering genius and a fan of Zombie Mayhem, she'd be a lot like his old pal Felix.
Mrs. Possible vaguely remembered a bubbly, friendly, if somewhat ditzy blonde coming to their house to watch a boy-band concert. She was the blonde with the sky-blue eyes, a rather impressive bust, and no freckles on her face, like the other one had.
The Drs. P had exchanged glances. They weren't sure if they liked the idea of another girl getting so close to Ron if his relationship with their daughter was a bit rocky.
Ron also mentioned that Tara had spent the last week trying to get Ron to re-establish contact with Kim.
The Drs. P were mollified. This Tara couldn't be too bad, then.
A few hours later, it was time for Ron to leave the Possible residence. He bid them all farewell, bid them a happy Thanksgiving nap, and jumped into his car to make the trip across town to the Strong residence. It was now getting to be later in the evening, well past dark.
Ron pulled up to the yellow bungalow and rang the bell. Tara answered.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Ron!" she said as she gave him a quick hug and beckoned him in.
Ron smiled wide. "Same to you, Tara."
As he walked in, he found Tara's siblings lounging in front of the television, clearly caught in post-feast malaise. But, as soon as they saw him, they jumped up to greet him.
"Hi Ron!"
"Hi Ron!"
"Hey, Terrible Two!" Ron had come up with a new nickname.
"What brings you here so late?"
"A Thanksgiving visit."
"Aw, why didn't you come sooner then? Our grandma was hoping to see you too."
"Well, I had Thanksgiving dinner at home, and then I went to visit the Possibles for some more foodage. And to see them."
"Your girlfriend's family?"
"Right."
"Why wasn't she there?"
"Because she's in England."
"Oh, right. That's a shame."
"Yeah."
"Maybe it's a good thing you missed Grandma Carol. We wouldn't want you to lose your pants in front of her." both twins snickered.
"Hey, it doesn't happen that often!" said Ron indignantly, before adding under his breath "Nowadays."
"Where's Rufus?"
"Sleeping off the turkey."
"Wanna play some Zombie Mayhem?"
"Maybe later. I can beat you any time of the day!"
"You wish!"
At that point, Tara had gotten tired of her younger siblings monopolizing her friend, and decided to jump in. "Are you hungry, Ron? We've got lots of leftovers." Tara hoped he was hungry. She'd purposely eaten light earlier in the day, so she could have a late meal with Ron.
Ron shot her his goofy, lopsided grin. "Do you even have to ask?"
Tara laughed. "Right. To the kitchen, then."
"So, where's your dad?" asked Ron as they made their way towards the kitchen.
"He gave grandma a ride home. She doesn't like driving after dark much anymore. He should be back any minute." replied Tara as she dug Tupperware out of the fridge.
A few moments later, the two blondes were sitting at the kitchen table, chatting amiably while munching on turkey sandwiches, a few side dishes, and pumpkin pie.
"Mmmmf! Thish bread ish totarry fradical!" enthused Ron around a large bite of turkey and homemade roll. He swallowed. "You can totally tell it's homemade!"
Tara smiled. She'd managed to polish Ron's barbaric eating habits a bit over the months, but he still needed some lessons in etiquette. "I'll tell grandma that you liked it."
Karl Strong chose that moment to enter the home. He'd seen Ron's car out front and was happy that Ron had finally made it.
Ron waved cheerfully from the table when he saw Mr. Strong. He knew the man meant well, but his cheerfully crushing handshakes were more than Ron could handle. He hoped he could just get away with a wave tonight.
He was in luck. Mr Strong waved back. "Hello, Ronald! Good to see you again. I see Tara's got you fed already. Everything good?"
"Yeah, this spread is just bon-diggety, Mr. Strong! And these rolls Tara's grandma made are just badical!" Ron was cheerfully munching away.
"She'll be glad to hear that you liked them. And didn't I ask you to call me Karl?" asked Ron's dad with a mock glare.
"Right, right. Sorry Mr S- I mean, Karl." Mr. Strong simply laughed and said he was going to go out to the garage to work on something, leaving the two teens alone. A short while later, they were done eating and Tara asked Ron if he'd like to watch a movie in the other room.
"Sure! Just let me call the fam and tell them that I won't be in 'till late and that they need to put Rufus to bed."
While Ron did that, Tara went and fished a DVD out of the cabinet. As Ron came in, she was already popping the disc into the changer. She tossed the case to Ron.
"My Fellow Americans?"
"Yeah, one of Dan Aykroyd's late-career stink-fests. I secretly love it though, even if they play the Macarena like fifty times through the whole film." Ron laughed. "Garner and Lemmon are really funny in it, though."
"Sounds good to me."
The two blondes took up positions on the couch and began watching the movie.
When Karl Strong came in a bit later, he found his daughter and her friend passed out on the couch while a silly DVD played on the tv screen.
It appeared that the two had finally succumbed to the effects of a day of feasting.
But, they were dozing at completely opposite ends of the couch, with plenty of distance between them. Nothing worth raising eyebrows over. Mr. Strong just laughed and placed a blanket over each of them, before deciding to turn in himself.
Early the next morning, Ron and Tara woke up at the same time and both were thoroughly embarrassed. But, there wasn't too much reason for it to be too awkward, so they got over it fairly quickly. Ron bade farewell to Tara and headed for home.
Mrs. Stoppable wasn't very happy that her son hadn't come home on Thanksgiving night, even if he had called. Ron explained himself and managed to avoid catching too much flak from her.
Rufus was even more indignant.
Early afternoon.
Ron was doing some studying at his desk, and biding his time before he was going to call Kim. He planned to call her on the Kimmunicator around two pm. It would be around nine pm where she was. He was nervously anticipating the conversation, and wasn't sure what he was going to say, but he knew he had to make the call.
But, Kim saved him the trouble.
Beep beep BEE-beep!
Ron practically knocked over furniture as he ran to grab the device. "KP!"
"Hey, Ron."
"How are you?"
"I'm doing good, mostly."
"Did you do anything for Thanksgiving?"
"I ate a turkey sandwich and some crummy pumpkin pie in my apartment."
An awkward silence fell on them for a moment, before both spoke at once.
"I'm sorry!"
"I'm sorry."
"Jinx! You owe me a soda and a night of passion!"
"Aww, I never get the....wait...what?!"
They both laughed.
The awkwardness alleviated momentarily, the two began making their apologies for things said and feelings hurt. As the conversation continued, bridges were rebuilt and simple happiness at hearing each other's voices again carried the tone. Agreements to communicate more and not keep emotions bottled up were made.
Once that was out of the way, Kim told Ron about her plans for the holiday break, and how he was a part of them. Ron had to hand it to Kim, it was a good plan. And so simple he kicked himself for not thinking of it.
"So, how'd you come up with that plan?"
"Well, I had some help..." Kim proceeded to tell Ron everything that had happened during her trip to the London branch of Club Banana.
"Drakken and Shego?! Together?! You're kidding! And they live on a farm and wear makeup to hide their identities?" Ron and Kim couldn't stop laughing. "I didn't see that one coming!"
They continued talking and making plans well into the evening. By that time, it had gone completely past late and it was now daybreak in the UK and Kim needed to go to sleep. Ron decided to turn in as well, because he had to work the next day. But, before they left, they each had something to say to each other.
"I love you, Ron."
"Love you too, KP."
And with that, both teens climbed into their beds and enjoyed the best night of sleep either had experienced in more than a week.
So, there's another chapter in the books. I've gone back to boring slice-of-life action, I guess. Oh well.
I guess we know which horse Tara's family is rooting for.
You don't get any points if you know what song the O'boyz' latest hit is based on. If you don't know, I could probably give you a link that would explain it, but that would be too obvious a joke.
I realize I copped out by not writing the whole dialog between Kim and Ron at the end, but...meh. I didn't feel like it. Lazy writer syndrome.
I also realize that turkey doesn't contain much more triptothan than any other meat, and that it probably isn't the real reason people pass out after Thanksgiving dinner, but...why not? We used to think it was.
Ron and Tara continue their habit of watching movies nobody else would want to watch.
Thanks for reading! Reviews are always appreciated, even if it's just to tell me my writing sucks and my hygiene is questionable!
