The numbers for Thanksgiving ebb and flow and this year it was a smaller group which is fine. We were small but mighty. Brother Bob came up from Corpus Christi and my Dad Gramps flew down from Idaho. We convened at Nana’s house just a few miles away for a meal of great food and fellowship.
I was the official event photographer. I work really cheap.
Heather and her mother Nana made the magic happen. My goodness we had a lot of food. I smoked a turkey, Nana provided a smoked ham and a hen, we had noodles, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, dressing, purple hull peas, cranberry sauce, rolls, and on and on. Oh yes, the deserts we had pumpkin pie, pumpkin bars, and bread pudding, and oh yes, asparagus.
Yep, we got plenty of leftovers.
These two mutts didn’t get to go to Nana’s house.
And of course, if you haven’t heard before, the agents of everything good in the universe, the Dallas Cowboys defeated the godless heathen Oakland Raiders.
Outside the stadium Tom was standing a little taller, and it looked he was almost smiling.
So all is right with the world.