My sister held our annual T'giving as usual ~ and we celebrate on Wednesday because she works a 3rd shift which makes Thursday night equal Friday for work purposes. It was delightful if not delicious! I'm so glad Stephy hates turkey ~ and l'Ogre went back up north to try and kill animals until Sunday night ~ because I get to scarf up their share of the bird we got to bring home.
Yes, the lord and master came home Tuesday night to take a shower, crash for the night, then raked leaves and did some friendly hollering at the neighbors (you can hear him a block away, how embarrassing), then in the afternoon he sat and groused at us until it was time to leave for Nancy's. Tomorrow he enjoys another T'giving dinner with his friends up north.
And Stephy and I enjoy a certain freedom for just a couple more days.
Back to the family get-together ~ it was sweeet to hold the new baby Allison ~ that baby smiles more than any kid that young I've ever seen. Then, big sister Emily (a.k.a. "Nems")(hee hee, did you hear that, Li'l Eppy?) has this run-up-and-crash-into-you game, as if you are her personal tackling dummy ~ similar to what Alistair Taylor described 4-year-old Julian Lennon as doing to him quite often.
There were a few pics taken. Kelly said she'd email 'em to me sometime.
Now, if I had any brains, I'd go to bed because it's going on 3am. Ta!