Thanksgiving

This year, as last, we held Thanksgiving dinner at our house, other troubles be damned. This year we asked for a few more pot-luck contributions on the table than in years past, and some of the fixings were from Aldi's and not Sentry, but it was yummy all the same.

We served turkey and ham, mashed potatoes, stuffing, creamed corn, deviled eggs, cranberry sauce, peas and carrots, rolls, pumpkin pie, brownies, and apple pie.

[Lisa had sent me to do the grocery shopping with instructions to bring home fresh cranberry sauce - not the stuff in the can - and misinterpreting this I brought home five pounds of fresh cranberries. Not a terrible loss, as they were on sale for 99 cents a pound, but only YaYa, Queen of Sour Foods, will eat them.]












After that it was on to a division of the sexes worthy of a second rate comedian's bit; the women in the dining room talking for hours, the men in the living room watching the awful NFL games.

[which, btw, goes to show I'm right: the NFL should reserve the right to alter game opponents in season, so as best showcase their product. Who here wanted to watch the lousy Lions that day? Heck, who in Detroit wanted to watch them?]

Longtime readers may note the absence of my mother-in-law and her husband and sister in the photos. No family division there, they simply had other obligations.







While watching the Lions pretend to be professional football players, my father in-law and I got into it a bit. He's a fawing Favre lover. I'm on the other side of the issue, hoping the guy gets run over by a bus, which, yeah, is a little extreme. Maybe just an SUV, ok?

Anyhow, we had a few minutes of enjoyable testosterone and turkey fueled banter that included a few strong words about one another. He started quoting Terry Bradshaw on the subject, and I couldn't hold it in any longer.

'Terry Bradshaw's a f*ing Redneck and he's always been in man-love with that hillbilly. He'd bear him a bleeping lovechild if his neighbors in the trailer park wouldn't object."

Ah, it was fun. Brings a tear to my eye, it does. :)









I'm a big fan of Photobucket, but in my experience the site never seems to properly save your edits. For that reason I've pretty much given up on doing red-eye corrections on pics stored on that site. Sorry :(