Happy Thanksgiving!

Today was like most Thanksgivings. I woke up about a half an hour into the parade. People were already gathered around the TV watching it. Stuff was already cooking. There were donuts and flavored coffee. My interest in the parade barely outlasted my donuts and coffee. People came over. We watched football. More people came over. We watched more football. The kids were cute. I only knocked one of 'em over. All the family that were in town gathered and ate turkey and ham and sweet potato souffle, which has finally usurped our old sweet potato preparation, and stuffing and cranberries and black cherry jello and mashed potatoes and. . . deliciousness. My mom was in the kitchen all day. She'll probably be in agony for a week because of the time she put on that foot of hers. But she's like that. She'll cripple herself for a week to give her family one good day. And it was a good day (20).