Sorry I'm just now returning from Thanksgiving--took me longer than I expected to come out of the food coma :). Feels good to be at the keyboard again, although I must admit my fingers feel a bit pudgier. A feast it was, not only on T-day but I believe every day thereafter. Seriously, what is one to do with several mind-numbing desserts milling around on the counter, beckoning passersby by name? Not to mention a spring-loaded fridge that nearly shoots things at you upon opening due to the mountain of leftover yumminess (a-la mashed potatoes, turkey, sweet potato casserole, beans, etc, etc, etc)?? Having thus covered my thicker finger girth, there are a few other items to mention about the holiday.
For starters, my in-laws rolled out their standard red carpet of hospitality and wrapped the lot of us (around 18 or 20 I believe) in holiday cheer. B and I really enjoyed bringing our sweet pea to the festivities this year and he had a ball admist all the commotion--watching his cousins and being cooed over by the adults. I think he's slept non-stop since we returned home on Sunday. And a first happened at this year's shin-dig: several of the younger folks gathered at a pond near the house for some fly-fishing fun (hence the "duck poop" reference in the title--all of our shoes were covered in the stuff).
All in all, it was a memorable holiday. Now sights are set on Christmas, which is rapidly approaching, and I'm stretching daily so as not to pull a hammie during the preparations that lie ahead (I feel like the lady from the Target 2-Day Sale commercials). Hope you all are having fun decorating trees, shopping the sales and getting your bake on...
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