We rent a shitload of movies, make a shitload of food and spend all day watching TV and eating.
It's a good time. It really is.
This year, Shelby's Mom was here for it. And Ruben. And Robert. And Shay. And Eric.
Our tiny Thanksgiving tradition expanded to include the satellite people in our lives. But mostly because we had it two days before Thanksgiving. I think that really upped the RSVP rate.
I have to work on Thanksgiving. And Shelby and her Mom are going to Minnesota. And who knows what everyone else is doing.
So we hung out. And it was fun. And now we have so many leftovers that they would barely all fit in the fridge.
But isn't that the point of any major holiday? To feed yourself for weeks to come? Or until the leftover meats turns too brown and green to put on sadnwiches?