Thanksgiving

So you're probably thinking, "If someone cooked me that turkey for Thanksgiving, I would go out for pizza." And you're probably right. But - actually, the picture of our group at the pizza parlor is from the night before Thanksgiving because we were all too exhausted to make anything else for dinner at that point. Dusty, Josh's brother, his wife, Janeece, and their 2 boys visited us for Thanksgiving. Think Matthew & McKay and their energy level times 2. In our little apartment. We had a blast, but I don't think any of us got a full night's sleep the entire time we were together. It was an unwritten rule that whenever one of the 4 adults was lucky enough to fall asleep midsentence on the couch, the rest of the adults in the house had to get the kids the heck out of the house because it was likely that that person had slept so little the night before that they were going to die if they didn't get that nap in.
But man, did we have fun.

And really, the turkey wasn't that bad. I mean, I ate it, and I was just barely free from the throes of morning sickness...