Another Thanksgiving has come and gone and all day I have reminisced about my childhood, my uncle Tommy coming home from Nashville to help grandma get the turkey and dressing baked, my granny's coconut cake, my aunt Cindy's potato salad, and those amazing brown and serve rolls with the squeezable butter. Being so far away from home makes the holidays hard, but I am so thankful for my family unit here in Wyoming. This year we were blessed in having our billet son James with us to celebrate the holiday. I know deep down he is missing his family like crazy just as we are. Now that dinner is over, the teens are Black Friday shopping and the younger boys are settling down for the night, I want to say Happy Thanksgiving to all our friends and family, we love each and every one of you.
Could it get any better than this? Maybe, but not likely. What are the odds that this small town in Wyoming, that we now proudly call home, has a Taco John's ? Now, not everyone here has the same respect for the Potato Ole's, cheese dip, Pizza burger and Mexi Rolls that I do, mainly people that are from Texas and just don't understand the concept of Mexican fast food. However, all my Murray, Kentucky peeps who grew up with that six pack and a pound know where I'm coming from when I say Taco John's is on my "have to eat at list" every year when we travel back home. And though we may not admit it, we all secretly get a little rage of jealousy when we read on Facebook about someone's trip home and they have 'checked in' at Taco John's. Or what about when somebody is on a road trip and they post that they have stumbled upon a Taco John's and they are now enjoying something out of that brown paper bag and then us folks that live in Taco...
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