Hope for You, Me, Us
I hope your turkey wasn’t undercooked. I hope you didn’t give anyone food poisoning. If you did, I hope it wasn't too serious. I hope it wasn't to someone you liked. I hope your pie didn’t burn and I hope you had more than one slice. I hoped you skipped over the green bean casserole and doubled up on the gravy. I hope you didn’t have to do the dishes. If you had to do the dishes, I hope you blasted some groovy music while you did them (I’m fond of The Commitments Soundtrack to accompany dishwashing), and I hope…