Well, Thanksgiving didn’t exactly go off as planned this year. For the first time I can remember we did not get together with my family because my dad was violently ill. At the time we believed him to be contagious (though we learned later he was not) and decided to postpone the family get-together until Sunday. So, we stayed home. Alone. And built a house of cards. Or 55.
And then the older boys helped Mike put up Santa. In their sweatshirts. On Thanksgiving.
We had chicken noodle soup for dinner and basically lounged around all day. It was actually kind of nice. Different. But nice.
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