Wait. Change all of the last six verbs so that they're in the past tense.
Yeah, so this really cool dog who one might be bold enough to call my best friend one day of the year decided to die. I'm honestly offended.
Anyways, back to the Deitz/Martin 2015 Thanksgiving. We went to Atlanta rather than going to Nashville. I enjoyed it more than I would have, I know all of my relatives by name and they all know what grade I'm currently in (at least roughly). We baked bread and we all had a good time.
You're probably wondering why my thanksgiving was only "okay."
I don't like thanksgiving.
I understand that I frequently use my blog posts to rant, and I'm not going to rant. I'm supposed to explain how my holiday went, and here's why it went poorly:
Giving thanks for something
by indulging in that something
seems hypocritical to me.
We could be actually giving back to society, sort of a "hey, thanks for giving me all of this, let me give something to someone less fortunate than I so that maybe they can feel the same way."
I guess I'm missing the point. I don't know. Just an idea.
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