What color is your mermaid tail? ☀️
WEDNESDAY | 11.26.25
Hopefully, the turkey is thawing. There’s a high chance you’ll be grasping for straws on what exactly to say to Aunt Deb and Uncle Dave by the time the bird is on the table tomorrow. Like any good soldier going into battle, the key is preparation. And a dog waiting to be fed under the table. We’ve got you covered with a well-rounded list of conversation starters to toss out between bites of stuffing:
What would be the first thing you would show an alien visiting Earth for the first time?
What color is your mermaid tail, and what superpowers do you have?
If there were a museum about you, what would be in the gift shop?
If you could invite any fictional character to Thanksgiving dinner, who would it be?
Ask ‘em or don’t. They’re there if you or the dog needs them. Wishing everyone a day filled with gratitude, laughter, and enough canned cranberry sauce to fill an Olympic-size swimming pool. Thanks for being here and for helping us bring a little bit more delight into the world. Appreciate you.
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Other Good News & Happenings
There’s always the Butterball Turkey Talk-LineHotline.
Bottles of bubbly from some new friends at Yarrow.
Yoga at Flow Brickell Farmers Market this Sunday. BYOM.
We could talk about the color of my mermaid tail or we could talk about my grampa's amazing tattoo that he came home from the Korean War with. It was of a nekkid woman but Gramma didn't like that too much so he had a mermaid tail added so she was semi-decent.
When I was a little girl sitting on his lap I'd trace the tattoo and he'd say "Wanna see me make her dance Coley?' then he'd wiggle his forearm.
Pretty cool guy, my grampa.