Would that be my son eating of his cousin's Thanksgiving plate?! For shame, Brecken, for shame!!!
Thanksgiving was chill this year. Not necessarily in the "cold" way, because it was abnormally warm. This year, the Punk and I slept in, woke up and made a huge breakfast--for ourselves. Then we spent the morning lounging in bed watching Robots.
When I lost interest in Robin Williams voice for the millionth time I escaped to the kitchen where I made pies, while listening to Christmas music.
It was nice and quiet.
Hunk was hunting, the laundry had been finished a day early, and Punk entertained himself all morning, so I say--score one for this lady!
Later the cousins came over and we went to the park where they soon engaged in a vicious game of snowball fighting--I stayed out of their way. Our snowballs are more like ice balls.
Dinner was amazing. Seriously--turkey, potatoes, green bean casserole, and stuffing have never tasted so freaking good.
My sister-in-law made a white chocolate cheesecake that put my pies to shame. It may have been the best thing ever.
We were smart and decided to not brave the stores at 10 or 12. Good way to ruin the Thanksgiving spirit by pushing people aside to get to the doll that pees and wiggles on it's own, right?
I did kind of miss the crazy people though. Do I need to explain? No, you all know what I'm talking about....
Shopping at 9 in the morning just wasn't the same as shopping at 3 with the fanatics, it may be more enjoyable than airport people watching. Yes, I am one of those people.
How was your Thanksgiving? Did you brave the stores and see the crazies? Please say yes, I need to live vicariously through someone....