That was no shower curtain. That was Anthony Perkins!
I have the strangest urge to go to Cave City, Kentucky. Just sump’n about the name. Also, glad the neck is better and hope the hubby’s over his sickness.
Will you be staying in Cave City again on your return trip? 
Clearly, the turkeys have taken their revenge…
They are very stupid birds, since it is I who am the eater of turkeys. The husband is an eater of Cheetos.
I’m not claiming to be some sort of Cave City expert, mind you, but I have to say that so far? I don’t think it would be worth your trip.
Unfortunately, this is always how I end up thinking about Kentucky. “Not worth my trip.” This has more to do with my in-laws and various incidents than with the state!
This is the second time since we’ve been married that the spouse person has ended up barftastic on Thanksgiving while visiting the in-laws.
Maybe they’re trying to poison me but keep missing.
Or the dressing inside the bird, which I’ve read is pretty common.
Don’t know about jsgoddess husband though.
I think they’re trying to kill HIM. There must be some long held grudge that no one speaks of… Perhaps they think that with HIM out of the way, you will be more amenable to sharing your wealth/knowledge/expertise with them…
I can’t imagine there being much in Cave City KY (now that sounds dirty!).
I can’t believe that. Oh, I could believe a long held grudge. These people are still complaining about things that happened in the 60s. But not to speak of it? Surely you jest. They tell each other (and me, god help me) long drawn-out anecdotes about what they had for dinner on July 13, 1987.
That’s not an anecdote, that’s verbal diarrhea. An anecdote needs some semblance of plot. My inlaws do the same thing–what you’re eating right now; what you ate last year and how it compares to what you eating now etc. Terminal boredom sets in quickly.
They sound to animated to hold secret grudges, so let’s flip this: perhaps spouse is sending a not so subtle message re his mother’s cooking? Just a thought…Heh.