Thanksgiving for a Queen

On the second day of Thanksgiving Week, Queen Bitty said to me......

"Give me my own post or off with your head!"



Before I am chased by a four pound dictator with the world's sharpest nails, let me tell you what I'm grateful for for the second day of Thanksgiving week, both food and otherwise.



I'm thankful for my parents and sister. They help us out a lot, being an hour away, and it's nice to have them so close. My mom and sister always help me with things I'm terrible at, like decorating, shopping without killing someone and organizing. My dad always gives valuable advice, and I love hearing his stories of growing up in West Texas.



I also want to say I'm thankful for Ben's family, who have always been kind to me. It can't have been easy to see their son marry a pink twirling dancing maniac. And they actually read my blog. My parents have to read my blog. I'm their kid. Ben's parents choose too.

The poor things.



And, because I can't last five minutes without talking about food, I must admit the one food I am seriously grateful for: beef.


No matter how it's fixed--ground in bacon cheeseburgers, barbecued in ribs or brisket, sliced in nachos or tacos, smushed into meatballs, meat pies or meatloaf or gryos or sprinkled in pasta....

I could go on. The point is--I like beef. A lot. It's for dinner. And lunch. And breakfast.

Excuse me. I need to go find my fiber pills.

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And now, for Queen Bitty's Thanksgiving Declaration:




First, I would like to say thank you for the compliance and loyalty of my deplorable subjects. It seems my minions have done a good job of keeping you in line. I am pleased.

Oh, the wuffles!

Next, I would like to thank my faithful subject--er partner, Bear. With his permanent look of worry and tendency to wuffle when nervous, happy, excited or just breathing, the Blond Duck has never figured out I'm the one eating the carpet in the front hallway. My ploy is working!




I am grateful we're going to the Blond Duck's parent's house for Thanksgiving. This will give me the opportunity I need to brainwash her father into admiring me. He will submit!





As Queen, I am thankful to Ben for having a nice soft belly and hot smelly armpit to curl up in at night. I do enjoy sleeping in stinky warm places. It's like sleeping in a furry swamp.





I am thankful for my adorable looks and past career as a model. It's a lot easier to rule a country when you're pretty and can snarl at the press if they mention your tiny overbite.





I am grateful for the large amount of food and treats the Blond Duck's mom and sister bestow upon me. I deserve it.





You know you want to send me toys and treats. Look at me. Come on.






And last, I suppose I might be a tiny bit thankful for the Blond Duck.

I had to say that. She feeds me.

Now excuse me. I must return to my plans of world domination.

Stay tuned, Invisible Friends! Tomorrow, we have a new Kitchen Magic. On Thursday, we have an ode to the Blond Duck's favorite Thanksgiving foods and a really tasty recipe for pecan pie bars. And don't worry-- we'll also have a new Twirl for all you romance lovers!