Thanksgiving

So we were were supposed to get 3-5 inches of snow for Thanksgiving. And I was really hoping to spend some quiet time alone with Redneck and the zoo. The day before a lady I work with and I were doing a little Indian snow dance. Yeah, that worked well. You see, it's not that I mind spending some quality time alone with my family, but it is the dried out turkey, cranberry sauce in a jar, Mrs. Smith's frozen pumpkin pie and Stove Top stuffing that really does me and Redneck in. That is not Gobble Gobble Day to us. As it turns out, we didn't get as much snow as expected. The 1 hour drive there wasn't as horrible as expected. We did get some white outs and snow drifts, but nothing like I had experienced 15 years ago. In fact, I pointed out to Redneck the exact place where I had hit a snow bank with the 4 door family unit 10 years ago on that same road. Anywho, (yes, anyWHO instead of anyHOW) it turns out Gobble Gobble Day wasn't as bad as either of us had inticipated. The turkey wasn't all that dried out, the cranberry sauce was homemade, the pie was partially homemade and the stuffing was, well, Stove Top - - - not only made in a saucepan, but baked. So, the stuffing wasn't all that great, but everything else was really good. It was really nice to get together with my family, and we had a great snowy day.



Yeah, Redneck and I were yukking it up a little bit. The next day we were at our friend's house. We cut up 2 hogs and got some good bacon, sausage, roasts and bratwurst out of it. Good times, my friend - Good times. There is a lot to be thankful for.