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Today I had a nice Thanksgiving.

When my sister was upstairs supervising food, my niece started crying and my mom had a hard time quieting her down. I ended up singing a song from the play, The Secret Garden, in a Welsh accent. Not only did she stop crying, but she also stared at me mesmerized. It was incredible. She was transfixed! I kept coming up with things to sing to her so she wouldn't start crying again. Later, I found out that my sister sometimes sings to her when she's at home.

After dinner, I ended up sitting on a low stool behind the bar washing dishes. Here are some memorable quotes from that event:

"It's pronounced wash cloth, not warsh cloth. Wash is not spelled with an r."

[Said quite loudly] "My ass hurts! You can't buy a padded stool for back here?"

[After dishes were done] "Help! I can't get up! Can somebody please give me a hand? Please?"

Later in the evening, I read a Christmas book to my niece, then started singing her a Christmas carol. Two lines into the song, I realized that I didn't know it. I started making up lyrics. One of them went something like this:"...and I don't remember how this song goes." Yes...I'm lame. I don't remember the words to "Here Comes Santa Claus..."

When I got home,