Happy Thanksgiving!

Last person standing at my gathering.

Moral of the story: The person who drinks the most lasts the longest.

 

Having my last glass of Trimbach Gewurztraminer as my three kids argue in the kitchen while cleaning up. First time since mid-August they've all been home, and they're quoting "Ricky Bobby" ... a father's heart swells with pride.

 

And somewhere out there in the world is a missing prosthetic boob...
(Reminder that Secret Santa registration is in progress in another thread - deadline is November 27th!)

 

This year, for the first time ever, we (4 adults) actually finished a bottle of wine.

 

Reminds me of high school and college.

 

That's the first step toward a pregnancy.

 

Woke up in Scranton. Breakfast at the Lackawanna Train Station. Just sit down for breakfast.

Some lady just came in and asked for a table for FIFTY. JFC. And the lady wanted tables put together to sit all fifty together. Zoo.

Glad we have our order in. And most of them are kids.

I feel sorry for the servers.

 

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!

 

If that isn't a metaphor for something ...

 

What's for lunch?
And dinner?
And lunch?
And dinner?

 

Four hours of cleaning (interrupted by a walk with Mrs. W) completed and the house looks normal again. We make way too much food and our families are animals. By the time I was done carving the second turkey, everyone was done with their main courses, so I didn't even eat until everyone left.

I am taking a well deserved nap, having one big plate of unhealthy food and then back to the path of good eating.