2585. I thank my lucky stars

I thank my lucky stars that I’m not like the widowed mother of five that lives next door. She barely has two cents to rub together. That’s because she and her late husband never saved. I saved and that’s why I can thank my lucky stars on Thanksgiving Day.

These vagabonds have only themselves to blame. I asked her if she was doing anything special for Thanksgiving, and she said it would be a normal day but maybe she would try to bake a pumpkin pie. I said I was sick of pumpkin pie and was making a pumpkin chiffon torte with Grand Marnier whipped cream. I asked her if she was doing a turkey, and she said “Goodness me, no. The expense!”

“What’s Thanksgiving without a turkey?” I asked. “I’ve got a huge turkey. In fact I’ve got a real turkey to cook and a big plastic turkey that I’ve had for years. Every Thanksgiving I fill the plastic turkey up with chocolates and give myself a special treat. It’s the advantage of living alone; there’s no greedy-guts pinching my chocolates.”

I also asked her if she wouldn’t mind mowing her lawn before Thanksgiving. The grass is too long and it looks unsightly.

So today I thank my good fortune that I’m not up to my neck in debt like that woman next door. Sorry, but I can’t remember her name. I’d tell you if I remembered in case you wanted to help her out; although as I always say, helping people out is the quickest way to make yourself poor. You’d soon have nothing to thank your lucky stars for.

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