It wasn't me.

This is what happened to my Dad's dinner last night. Someone forgot to tell dad that he/she (this time I'm not pointing any fingers) took the sieve off of the chile flake bottle. So he shook almost all of the chile flakes onto his pasta dinner and then said a bad word.

I am really looking forward to seeing my relatives on Thanksgiving. It's going to be a big party and I plan on doing some walking, some pointing, some clapping, some giggling, maybe a little bit of crying (I can't help it sometimes), and some hair pulling. My grandma even got me some new shoes and a new sweater for the day. I look like a dude in them.