First, I hope you have had an enjoyable Thanksgiving. Good food, a little wine, pleasant conversatons, some thankfulness.
After reading in other blogs and comments about the craziness with family and relatives that occurs at some folks' holidays, I have realized something. Apparently there is an upside to being the only child of parent no longer living, married to a man with one brother who lives 500 miles away and whose parents are also no longer with us. We had a lovely Thanksgiving dinner Wednesday night -- said husband is a psych nurse who ALWAYS works on holidays, double and triple pay, ya know -- with our 2 sons. Just us, no crazy aunt, no alcoholic cousin. Good food, lots of talk and laughter and afterwards we went around the table saying what we were grateful for and 17-yo said "Family and friends" and meant it. Yeah.
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Before we could have Thanksgiving, though, I had to do some major grocery shopping. And before I could do that, I had to purge clean the refrigerator. Behold the glory that is my clean harvest gold fridge:
That was after the cleaning but before the shopping. Behold the "after the shopping and the cooking and the eating and the cleaning up:"
No pictures of the dinner, though. We were too busy eating and laughing.
