I Forgot To Tell You About Thanksgiving

I had a great time this year. It felt really good to spend a holiday with a family again. (Thanks babe!) We used to spend Thanksgiving at Barbara’s sister’s house, and all other major holiday’s for that matter, but after Barbara died, Brian and I seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth as far as Barbara’s side of the family goes. So since we hadn’t received an invitation as of last week, we decided to spend Thanksgiving at our respective girl friends homes.

I’ll skip the part about my son Brian almost breaking up with his girl friend last week, which would have caused both of us to change our plans. But they patched things up, so we each finally went to our respective girl friends homes for Thanksgiving.

I drove over to Lori’s place Thursday afternoon. Her parents were there as well as Lori’s four children; Karoline, Bethany, Adam and Milo. It was nice seeing everyone again and we had a good time.

(FYI: Please don’t tell Lori I told you, but Milo is really a dog, but they treat him like a child. That's why I included him with the kids.)

It felt kind of funny not doing any of the cooking or clean up for that matter. You see, I always do the cooking at my place and Lori cleans up, that's the deal we have. (I might have to rethink that though. I do hate cleaning period, but I heard Lori tell someone that as long as I'm willing to cook she'll do all the cleaning I want. You see, ,the five minute she takes to clean up and load the dishwasher, verses the 1 1/2 hour or whatever, I cook is a great deal.),

Lori did it all and everything came out GREAT! Here's the turkey.



Well, I did do one thing, I stirred the gravy "constantly" while it thickened. (Bet ya didn't know I knew that technical cooking terminology, did ya.)



Pretty soon dinner was ready and we all sat down to a Thanksgiving feast. Did I tell you how great everything turned out. I might just have to rethink our deal about me cooking and her cleaning up. Damn, that woman can cook!

I took this , picture that's why I had to paste a picture of me and where I sat in this one.

There was one down side to the day, Lori and I could never get away for even a moment to grope each other talk, because either her mom or daughter would show up and hang out. We did get to make out talk a little in my car before I left, but not enough to get our rocks off have a good conversation. Nothing like a good conversation to end the day I always say.

Sunday they came to my house for pie and coffee. Lori brought over one of my favorites, her home made pecan pie. It really was one of the best I've ever tasted. I made my first pie ever for the occasion, pumpkin pie. I had the pecan pie, but I knew better than to eat the pie I made was full, so I didn't have any of the pie I made. I let them be the guinea pigs. They all said they liked my pie cough...bull...cough...shit...cough. I put in twice the sugar than was called for. Don't they think I don't know they are bs-ing me?.

All in all, a good time was had by all on my end except for that fact that I didn't get my rocks off. I’m not sure how my son’s Thanksgiving went, because he didn’t say much. With him, I’ve found it best if I leave well enough alone.