Thanksgiving Recap

A holiday's holiday. A time when it's acceptable to wear elastic-wasted pants.  A day where it's absolutely scandalous if two people make the same cheese, crackers, and pepperoni tray.  Hours spent stuffing our faces and then complaining about how we ate too much, and then going for two servings of pie.  When most of the guests leave, we raid the refrigerator for that last taste of artichoke and cheese dip.  It's a cozy, lazy day.  Speaking from the synesthesia, Thanksgiving in my head is fuzzy.  Blurry around the edges.  Warm, but wistful.  Comfortable, but full of waiting.  Browns, reds, deep orange overlapping squares.  Cold feet and noses.

Here was what happened after my family left.  Dave and my oldest niece further pursued their love/hate relationship.  Video to follow.  You won't want to miss it.