Well I guess I may have a slight idea.
The good news is that I will be in a bikini in just a few short days and the horrible news is that I will be in a bikini in a few short days. I’m totally declaring the tunic the new tankini, it’s going to be a thing just wait.
Anyways, back to our Thanksgiving. We were fortunate enough to spend the past week with all of the ones we love the most – liquor, beer and wine.
And family. I must not forget about them either. Between hosting my side at our house [and catching the stove on fire, another story for another day], hitting up Cracker Barrel on Thanksgiving Day [because we are 83 you must not forget] and traveling to my brother-in-law and sister-in-laws today for yet another amazing meal, we were able to laugh, sing, dance, play games and look for lost chewed up gum in all of our living room rugs and couches. Fortunately it was found – on my butt, on my pleather leggings. Phew. This whole clan we’ve got here, I wouldn’t trade em’ for the world. Gum butts and all.
One highlight I would especially like to remember from this year’s Thanksgiving was when we were playing Ellen’s Heads Up game and my five year old niece was the one guessing the clues. The word wine appeared on her forehead and within seconds of the crowd yelling “GRANDPA DRINKS THIS! IT’S FOR ADULTS ONLY!” she proudly proclaimed “WINE!”.
Atta girl.
She then proceeded to nail the word Plum so basically my related down line are freaking geniuses [thanks to me obviously].
Despite the extra weight I’m now carrying around, it has been a great week and one that has me absolutely not wanting to return back to reality anytime soon. I’ll leave you with an unfocused photo of Shawn and I because well, because it’s all I got. Pass the potatoes please.
