Thanksgiving is here. My Dad, Gramps, flew down from Idaho and Wednesday we all drove down to Little Dixie to have Thanksgiving with Sweetie’s Mom, Nana. We had a pretty good time.
Desserts. Note that these were for about five people. Works out to about two person. Plus a few people stopped by to visit.
Lots of dogs. For some reason they piled on me.
Nana lives in an old school neighborhood. They have big trees and sidewalks.
While there, we “men” went out to the Kiamichi Wilderness to check out a monument a site where four British airmen crashed and died during a training flight during World War II. It also the site of a geocache that SuperPizzaBoy and I placed a few months ago. It is way off in the boonies, only four people have found it.
The security guy at the gate into the wilderness invited us to visit their new Fire Station. So we had to go see it. While there SPB got incarcerated for violating the wilderness holiday videogame prohibition. We had to leave him there. I told him that a judge would have to set bail and they don’t work on holidays. I hope that he does ok.
Nana was the gracious hostess as always. She keeps asking me where her grandson is.
Thanksgiving wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without holding a baby. Sweetie is wondering just when do sweet 5 month old boys turn into stinky, farting, 10 year olds. It may be a while before we get SPB out of jail.
Friday, if all goes well, we head back home. I don’t know if SPB is going with us or not.
And of course, the Dallas Cowboys won.
Amen .