...and it was delicious
Nov. 27th, 2008 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperThanksgiving winding down. We have achieved some delicious turkey, mac and cheese, and maple glazed ham, and I'm currently digesting two large slices of apple pie. The house is actually noising up as people have slept off the food coma for the most part and the political discussions have resumed in the dining room over coffee and more dessert.
Over here in the living room, Dad is trying to get me to sneak him a dish of pie and ice cream, unaware that Nuke is in the kitchen and can clearly hear him trying to get me in trouble. (He's diabetic, and admittedly he has managed his sugar extremely well for almost 20 years... I'll probably get him the pie as soon as Nuke leaves the kitchen.)
I've had a lot of fun hanging with the kids, many gooooofy pictures were taken, and while I don't think I've scarred my youngest nephew for life, I'm quite sure responding to the charge that my hair looked like a bunch of tarantulas nesting in my head with the idea that they come to life at night and that they were going to eat his face if he didn't shape up was probably not the most mature way of handling that (though I must say the idea improved his behavior significantly for a good portion of the evening.)
Cousins I haven't seen in decades were talked to. My aunt has joined us this year, and is amused and horrified by how sick we really all are when we get together.
C was called and was treated to a vociferous thank you for all her help with me from Dad and a cranky callback from my siblings demanding why she didn't talk to them, lol.
Silent Santa for Giftmas has been drawn and budgets for gifts have been decided on (and I for one am rather relieved at the tightness - my wallet will not be taking much of a hit this year.)
My agenda for tomorrow was worked out twice - once by me, and again by Nuke because I swear, sometimes people would rather swallow rocks than admit I know what I'm doing with myself sometimes. But game plan in place.
Overall... a rather excellent holiday was had. Tomorrow I go hang with the identical in-laws. W00t.
Over here in the living room, Dad is trying to get me to sneak him a dish of pie and ice cream, unaware that Nuke is in the kitchen and can clearly hear him trying to get me in trouble. (He's diabetic, and admittedly he has managed his sugar extremely well for almost 20 years... I'll probably get him the pie as soon as Nuke leaves the kitchen.)
I've had a lot of fun hanging with the kids, many gooooofy pictures were taken, and while I don't think I've scarred my youngest nephew for life, I'm quite sure responding to the charge that my hair looked like a bunch of tarantulas nesting in my head with the idea that they come to life at night and that they were going to eat his face if he didn't shape up was probably not the most mature way of handling that (though I must say the idea improved his behavior significantly for a good portion of the evening.)
Cousins I haven't seen in decades were talked to. My aunt has joined us this year, and is amused and horrified by how sick we really all are when we get together.
C was called and was treated to a vociferous thank you for all her help with me from Dad and a cranky callback from my siblings demanding why she didn't talk to them, lol.
Silent Santa for Giftmas has been drawn and budgets for gifts have been decided on (and I for one am rather relieved at the tightness - my wallet will not be taking much of a hit this year.)
My agenda for tomorrow was worked out twice - once by me, and again by Nuke because I swear, sometimes people would rather swallow rocks than admit I know what I'm doing with myself sometimes. But game plan in place.
Overall... a rather excellent holiday was had. Tomorrow I go hang with the identical in-laws. W00t.
