Friday, November 24, 2006

Our Day

Last Monday, I said to Wendy, via e-mail, "I'm pretty sure that this will be my first with out Brian, which kind of makes me feel like I've been punched in the stomach..."

All that moping for nothing. When will I ever learn? Brian managed to borrow a friend's car and hit the road after work on Wednesday, and, as you know, made home in plenty of time for dinner.

Yesterday was one of my nicest Thanksgivings to date. Most of the work done on Wednesday, I had a relaxing day, the final touches were mere near-puttering. The boys slept most of the day, but got busy when they woke up, moving furniture around and setting up an extra table, changing lightbulbs, and doing anything else I bossed them to do. All for the price of bacon; they'll do anything for bacon. They also talked me into using paper plates, god bless 'em. Then they settled into waiting for the family to arrive.

Brian has already adjusted to warmer Georgia climates. While I was breaking a sweat and taking breaks on the front step to cool off, he walked around with a blanket over his shoulders.

Can't have Thanksgiving without football.

Come 'n get it! Hey, I think this was the first year that everything was still hot when I rang the dinner bell.

One of these things is not like the other. Guess who's NOT in the Army?

John Standish, John Heuvelman, and Brian

We enjoyed every minute.

At dinner, I asked Brian what he was thankful for. He said "Jesus." Yeah, that was totally for Grandma's sake.

John H. said he was thankful that there are birds that grow to the size of 25 pounds.

My nephew joked that he was thankful that Brian was going home Saturday, and he wouldn't have to see his sorry ass til Christmas.

I sang along with the iPod and made my mother dance in the dining room with me.

John Standish chugged a glass of wine, afterwards declaring, "I hate wine!"

In the evening, we lolled around, bantering, watching Survivor, painting our nails (well, I did), sharing stupid YouTube movies, playing computer games. The boys took off around 8, the family hung around til Mom feel asleep sitting up in her chair.

Does it get any better than this? I don't think so.


  1. Hi G

    Sounds like the bestest thanksgiving ever...

  2. Thanks for making me feel kinda sorta like I was right there with you guys.

    Very nice writing about very nice things.

  3. when you've got 'em gathered round you and you're just hanging out like you would when you're by yourself...yeah, those are the best times with family.

  4. It sounds perfect. Yeah!

  5. Sounds like a great day!

    Love the end there - the "thankful" comments and John Standish with the wine! Too funny!


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