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Am back in Plover. Had an extremely nice Thanksgiving at Gramma and Grampa Meyers in which no one bad-mouthed anyone else, Dad showed off his leet fire-making skillzz to the uncles (who were there, at least) I actually like, all attempts some certain uncle (the one I really don't like at all) made to start a "Woe, pity me!" party were completely ignored, I managed to almost entirely avoid aforementioned uncle who tried to start the "woe, pity me!" party, I caught up with two of my cousins who I hadn't seen in awhile (and I go to school with one of them. Same building and everything, but we have yet to see each other on campus), I did *not* get sick from Thanksgiving Dinner (I still hadn't really eaten much since Saturday what with the whole flu thing), and all in all a general good time was had by all. It was a smaller gathering than usual since a lot of the second cousins (and therefor their parents, who would be first cousins if I know my family labels) couldn't make it, so we all ate up stairs in the dining room(s). Our table had this big discussion on movies (Bruce Almighty, Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Live Free or Die Hard, and various Adam Sandler movies were mentioned) and shared a laugh at Steve (uncle) and Taliya's (cousin) reaction to the gluten-free brownies Mom had brought for Dad. They looked like sweet, innocent, regular brownies, but they were about twice as dense and had the consistency of energy bars, so the faces Taliya and Steve made when they took big bites was apparently priceless. Alas, I missed the actual expressions as I had gone back for seconds on mashed potatoes when it happened, but the roar of laughter was loud enough to rattle the glass vases and what not sitting on the piano.
So, yes. It was a very good Thanksgiving. I took pictures, too, but I'm probably not going to upload any because 1) I really don't feel like resizing them, and b) I doubt anyone cares that much anyway. I might upload the one of Dad and Uncle Jeff playing with the fire pistons, though. "Oogga Oogga. Man make fire!"
So, yes. It was a very good Thanksgiving. I took pictures, too, but I'm probably not going to upload any because 1) I really don't feel like resizing them, and b) I doubt anyone cares that much anyway. I might upload the one of Dad and Uncle Jeff playing with the fire pistons, though. "Oogga Oogga. Man make fire!"