“How was your Thanksgiving?” a friend just asked me via email.

“Thanksgiving was, you know, a lot of people and a meal with a turkey. Then we did it again at Dane’s parents’ house today. Except we skipped the meal part,” I replied, and that pretty much sums it up.

Though by now “today” is actually “yesterday,” and I didn’t really cover the part where one of the cousins brought a scooter, which the kids took turns zooming around INSIDE the house, or the part where the kids collectively talked Grandma into just ONE MORE piece of cake each, followed by a teensy bit more pie, then maybe just a spoonful of frosting scooped off the cake platter, then, then… then Dane had to step in because the little sugar loons might have stormed the kitchen and accidentally taken out Grandma in pursuit of whipped cream. Though probably not, since she wasn’t holding it hostage or anything.

In other news: I am no longer being critiqued over my sneeze style, and Dane raised mild objections to the insinuation that he might be dopey. He’s right, he’s not at all dopey. He’s really more of a doc, unless he’s sleepy. (Honestly, I haven’t watched that movie in twenty years, I don’t remember any of them.)

Also Owen’s fighting some kinda germy thing, and some other crazy stuff is going on around here that I will tell you all about… soon. But not tonight, because I have to go deal with the crazy stuff some more. Hope you’re all enjoying the weekend!