We had a delicious Thanksgiving. We were at my sister’s house in Coeur d’Alene and my parents made the journey to be with us also. When we were discussing the menu for the feast, my sister had the nerve to propose we have ribs instead of turkey. I nearly punched her right in the mouth at the suggestion. Ribs for Thanksgiving? I enjoy ribs as much as anyone but there are some things that are constants in life, things you don’t waver from, and turkey on Thanksgiving is one of those things. She should have just recommended we eat dog poo because that’s how wrong it sounded to me.
I threw a big fit about it and we had turkey. It was divine.
I ended up sitting at the kid’s table (my punishment for insisting on turkey) but it was fine. Eva made a mess and my nephew acted like a donkey the entire time but I tuned it out with the turkey and my mama’s famous stuffing. Nothing was going to break my concentration. Not even a 9-year-old donkey.
My mommy gently caring for the turkey.
Fun at the kid’s table:
I did my duty and ate like a starved horse. Then we spent the day hunched over a puzzle taking breaks periodically to eat pie to see just how distended our stomachs could become. I did very well on that challenge.
The next day we went down to the lake and wandered around the resort. It was beautifully decorated for Christmas and the atmosphere made it feel like the holidays have arrived.
Eva loved it and I loved seeing her excitement. It’s fun to experience the holiday seasons with a child who is full of awe and amazement.
And speaking of awe and amazement:
The hand that touched John Travolta. He was at the resort and my nieces were brave enough to approach him and shake hands. It was especially cool because Britta is completely in love with John Travolta. We were talking about him over Thanksgiving dinner and joking about meeting him. It was awesome that it actually happened.
The rest of the trip was spent in the hotel pool. It was a nice trip. I had a wonderful time relaxing and eating. Emphasis on the eating.
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