Another Catsup Wednesday

It's Catsup Wednesday.
The fun donut shape Scotch tape dispenser: It talks directly to my brain, "You're a fool for buying me." I quickly lost the end of the tape inside the plastic donut. It is totally useless although perhaps slightly more tasty than a Twilight chocolate bar.
Thanksgiving: Candy Squared and Darling Gale got distracted by a Martha Stewart magazine on their way to encouraging Big Guy to dance with the turkey carcass. Chuck, the blind dog, settled for scarfing giblets. Don't know what's sadder--CS and DG ending the T-Day feast with Martha or Chuck not sharing the giblets with Daisy and Birdie.
Martha: Two thumbs up for her "holiday ascot." If Chuck could see himself, he'd know he is doggone handsome. Cracker, the yappy cat, caught his ascot in his teeth, rendering him speechless for a few moments. Maybe Martha deserves three thumbs up for that one.
Again Martha: If you're caught in the grocery checkout line, check out Martha's calendar near the front of the magazine. In the December issue, for the 26th, she lists: Kwanzaa begins, launder linens.  Earth to Martha, just doesn't sound right.
Black Friday: Didn't get my tobacco for the troops bought as Daisy and Birdie both nixed the notion. Now that they're back in school, I will make my purchases.
Gingerbread Village: Five houses down. About five to go.
Missing Keys: The chief of the Not-Me's found his keys right where he left them. 'Nuff said.
Turk Head: Really good elementary school projects live long lives; bad ones never die.
Mom: With her shoulder repaired, she went to Sis's house for Thanksgiving, and, by all reports, had a very good time. She should have come to my house. Candy Squared and Darling Gale would have shared the Martha mag; the giblets would have been in the gravy--for Daisy and Birdie to pick out and hide in napkins; and chances are, the swear-like-a-sailor Sweet Potato Pie would have earned a different name.
Write Fright, Revisited: Now that I've got writing firmly in fun mode, the family lives on hot dogs, in buns and in casseroles. And they love it, at least as much as endless turkey leftovers.