It's so great to be home! Four Thanksgivings later, it's so good to be home! My brother used to say that holidays were a time for families to suffer together. Well, even at the age of seven, he was a very wise boy! I am so sick of Turkey I could gobble.
My question is this. What happened to monotony? What happened to tradition? Heck, what happened to my shoes?
My lovely, very innocent, niece got the holiday off to a bang by explaining to my 3-year-old that those turkeys thawing in the bathtub actually used to be ALIVE! Well, HOLD YOUR FORKS! I'm really surprised she didn't throw up. (She's thrown up for less). My son, on the other hand, seemed to be afraid that there wouldn't be enough to go around. He crammed enough turkey in his mouth to feed a family of four...take note...not once did he choke...or chew.
Thanksgiving II consisted of a house full of 1st cousins, 2nd cousins, step-cousins, half-cousins, aunts, uncles, my grandmother, and a few people that I would swear crashed our dinner. I was so ashamed at how long it had been since I'd been home, that I didn't dare question them.
Number III lasted 2 hours, and we ate Bar-B-Que. What a relief!
After a six-hour "joy ride", we finally made it to our final stop at which point Tes-tos-ta-boy revealed his new trick of nodding his head for "yes". (He is just a doll. Even if I do say so myself.) He nodded so hard that he lost his balance. Did I mention that the size of his head still makes him top-heavy?
I'm so glad to be home.
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