I make a good pie. Pumpkin (when I remember to add all the ingredients), apple, Dutch apple cream, whatever, it's good. Love the apple cream the best. I'm sitting here at 2:30 in the morning eating a piece. Relishing it. Savoring. And realizing I forgot to tell my SIL that when she makes it, it's much better chilled than warm.
Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving Day and meal with their loved ones! We enjoyed our day.
Rob didn't rouse me from my warm beddy-bye until the crack of noon, but I didn't slack after that, I promise. He made the turkey, I made the mashed potatoes. He made the gravy, I made the stuffing. He made the green bean casserole, I made the corn. He made cranberry sauce, I made the apple pies. (I'll make pumpkin this weekend. We ran out of oven time.) And I heated the rolls. I contributed. I swear.
Not that I didn't take some time out for some Webkinz. Yep, I haven't mentioned them lately, but Chloë and I are still infatuated with them. We have six now, y'know. Emily the white terrier; Horsey the, well, guess; Popocateptl is my chihuahua; Penelope Pickles the frog; Ella Keely the white cat; and Kaley Dora the Li'l Kinz poodle. I only named Popo and Penny Pickles. The rest are Chloë's creations. Plus each of the kids are going to get one for Christmas, and I'm giving Chlo the reindeer one on Christmas Eve. So we'll soon have ten. Maybe eleven if she buys another one with her allowance. And we'll get special access to stuff in the W shop that only people with 10 or more 'Kinz can get. And I'm giving her a Webkinz charm bracelet, and a bunch of charms for it, for her stocking, so we can unlock the Magical Charm Forest. And yes, I really really am rambling on about this so much because I love them just that much. I could go on and on. Ask Rob - I definitely could. But you're zoning out and drooling. Except for those of you who have also been drawn in by the allure of amassing KinzCash...
Phew. Got on a bit of a kick there. What the hell was I talking about? Oh yeah. Thanksgiving. Gratitude. Right.
So we sat down to dinner, just the five of us, and said what we were thankful for. Chloë said school. Rob said his kids. Jack said cars (no-brainer there). I said my family and my trip to Europe (bouncing up and down in my seat)! Soapy said food. Her squishy little heiny shows how appreciative she is of that!
Halfway through dinner, drunk on two sips of champagne, overheated from the overworked oven, and full from loading up on appetizer water crackers and goat cheese, I got up to go sit in the living room for a spell and cool off. Next thing I know, it's 45 minutes later and the phone is waking me up. Whoops! And Rob had cleared my food, thinking I didn't want any more. I could have cried. My food! All gone! Thankfully (there's that word again), there's enough for sixty-seven more such meals. I hope he at least fed the turkey to the dog instead of the disposal.
Then Stephanie-babysitter and her husband, Tim, came over with their dogs Blondie and Wazowski. I have no idea if I'm spelling that right, Steph, but I don't feel like googling Monsters, Inc! We sat around for a while, fed them some pie (they liked my pie!) and let the critters get to know each other. Then we went off to the Holiday Lights on the Beach down at the Oceanfront. It was another spectacular display of Christmas lights showing both beachy themes and holiday ones. I was amused that there were 13 different Santa ones, and a manger display, and then, oh yeah, let's stick in a menorah over here in the corner for the Jewish contingent. But it was nice, we all had fun, and I again had the immense pleasure of seeing my van full to capacity. Wazowski even joined us, and he was a good boy. Rob wasn't. He slept through the entire thing.
So that's about it. The kids went to bed and Rob and I watched Running With Scissors. Oh, and since I had put the girls in matching holiday dresses I bought on clearance at Gymboree, I took them outside for a photo shoot. Here are a few cute ones (remember to click on the picture to see the full frame): 
Fin.
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