Twenty years ago, I moved into the room that my father and grandfather built for my sister Pam. Today I traded spaces with my father, and thus I have had a long and trying day.
I briefly passed my family while en route to the kitchen, and they started to discuss turkey after seeing something on Turner Classic Movies. Father said something about roasted ham, and sister Kimberly asserted that the proper ham is smoked, glazed, and spiral-cut; she recently started at Honeybaked Ham. I re-entered the room, and told them that they were all baked.
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