It's Thanksgiving Day, and Rebecca still has her air conditioner on!
There's a happy feeling nothing in the world can buy
when they pass around the Green Glop and the pecan pie.
The above is a slightly tweaked line from "Sleigh Ride," one of the few Christmas songs I like -- and one of the many I will soon be tired of, since one local radio station is already playing nothing but Christmas music! Ugh!
As soon as I woke up today, Sara and I sprinkled French-fried onions over the green bean casseroles (I do that last, so the onions will stay crispy) and headed over to Grandma's. After eating, we drew names for Secret Santa at Christmas, and then Uncle John took Eva to the parking lot across the street and let her drive his truck. She drove into the safeguard, knocked the front bumper loose, and was very upset until her mom said, "Oh Lord, she crashed into that yellow bar," and Grandma replied, without missing a beat, "Well, who else crashed into that yellow bar when she was learning to drive, Connie? And you thought your father would never find out, but of course it was his car."
When we left, Grandma loaded us down with all the leftovers we could carry, and she would've given us something else, but I told her I'd come back tomorrow for it. Typing this now, I don't remember at all what I'm supposed to be going back for. I was dazed from all the eating and talking, but we went to Mom's house for Thanksgiving dinner with her. We watched Beauty and the Beast on TV, which was fitting because Sara wore her shirt with Jerry Orbach's face on it (she said he's what she's thankful for). She fell asleep on the couch, and I left her there and came home to walk Sable. He'd been by himself all day, and I felt bad about leaving him alone on Thanksgiving. It was pouring when I left Mom's and when I woke up this morning, but thankfully, most of the day inbetween was sunny. And windy! When we were all sitting on Grandma's front porch, we practically had to shout to make ourselves heard over the wind.
As for me, I'm thankful 1) that I don't have to work tomorrow morning, and 2) that Sable is still with us. I was so busy preparing for Thanksgiving, I totally forgot that November 23 was the 14-year anniversary of the day we got him.
At the time of posting, this said: Rebecca got Sable 14 years & 2 days ago.
I love that puppy.