{the three older men. dad, {bil}, grandpa}
The day started off with a huge breakfast with tons of creme brulee french toast and pomegranates in whipped cream. Thanksgiving breakfast. {brother-in-law}'s idea. Making fun of our outlandish traditions that pop up each year. And he says white people don't have culture. Thanksgiving breakfast screams culture. What tops it off is that his lovely wife, s2, hated the idea. A whole lot. But we did it. Maybe with more umph when {sister} was so opposed to it. And it was delicious. And we were stuffed.
{delicious pie}
I then had to whip up some spinach dip. But some is the wrong word. A lot. A whole lot. Nobody needs to ever make spinach dip ever again because I believe that there is still some left. But Station and I then rushed over to his house for Thanksgiving lunch. I think I was only able to eat candied yams and apples and salad. I was full. But it was delicious. We then sat around while the boys threw the baby around. Which was always successful. He wasn't even dropped. But every time, he made a face and my stomach dropped and then he was caught. And repeat.
{cute little cookies}
After some fun there, we schlepped off to my house again for Thanksgiving dinner. I was double full this time so I just sat on the couch and listened to my family laugh while I let my poor stomach relax. It's a lot of working, that eating. Naturally, I was too late to do my one duty of making the yams. Because, I make the yams. However, Station and I did bring some of his sister's cookies and his other sister's homemade razzleberry pie, so I was forgiven. And Station's family's reputation of great culinary skill was ooh-ed and ahhh-ed over for a little while my mom remembered the Banana Cream Pie that she didn't think tasted good, but really did. After we sat around for a while, my cousin began to run around like a goon with one mocha and two cokes running through her little veins, asking for {s4} to leg wrestle, because they had equal leg length. And then trying to get me to take my dad on for a good old wrestle.
I know better. My dad has long arms. And is a "stupid cheater". Then right after all this commotion I look over and see that she has passed out on the ground with her head stuffed into the cushions.
{Naturally}
After we had some fun at my parent's house, we went over to Station's aunt's house for more pie. A table full of pies to choose from. It would have been glorious if my stomach wasn't still full. But Station said that I had to at least have one or they would notice and not like me. So I ate one. Then after some lounging around, Station decided that it was time to introduce me to Thumb Movies. It's funny, get it? A movie and thumbs are the actors? Get it? Me either. But while the boys were laughing at the thumb jokes I was able to hang out with one of the little kids who showed me that my nose is big and his is small and would repeat random lines in the movie. Other than that. I wouldn't say that I am a thumb fan. But that is okay. Station doesn't like 30 Rock. But even with that the food was good. The people were good. And giving thanks is good.
