The Girl Who Thinks She’s A Bird started off her Thanksgiving morning running a 10K race with her team. Then she promptly came home and slept for 3 hours.
Monkey Boy started his morning with a mixing bowl full of Pops.
I made a pumpkin pie.
I’m not sure if the Handsome Husband was suffering from the after effects of his head injury, but he spent a good portion of his morning wandering around the kitchen aimlessly complaining that we had no chips in the house. “Do we have any chips… Why don’t we have any chips?” He kept on repeating. I finally snapped and yelled “PEOPLE DON’T EAT CHIPS ON THANKSGIVING… Get out of my kitchen!”
Although the chickens wander aimlessly, they don’t care what I have in my cupboards. They were pleased to have a nice tin pie plate filled with warm oatmeal and soft apples to eat on Thanksgiving.
After The Girl woke up for her morning siesta, she prepared the bird. When she was 9 she asked if she could make the Thanksgiving turkey. I said yes. And with no help from me (or the HH) she has cooked our Thanksgiving turkey every year when have not attended the Flying Scotsman’s Turkey Day feast.
The Girl wants to become a surgeon. So after placing her turkey in the oven, she spent a good half hour slicing and inspecting the turkey organs before finally tossing them into the garbage.
As we ate our meal, I wondered how many people in America sat down last night to dinner and had the same food on their plates.
How was YOUR Thanksgiving.