I just realized it's really late and I want to get up at a decent hour. I'm a zombie at this point, but not as much as Ryan. He slept 1.5 hrs last night, so technically, he hasn't been to bed since Tuesday night. What a trooper.
Thanksgiving is such a fun holiday. Hillary was drunk on something and didn't make it through the prayer before she started giggling. She was almost as loud as her kids. And then she didn't want the rest of her sweet potatoes, so she plopped them on my plate. I flung them back to hers and decided I'd up the ante by tossing a kernel of corn in her ice water. Apparently that crossed the line. I got mashed potatoes in my ice water in return. Thanksgiving around here isn't a sanctimonious affair. Now that we're older and just get together as our big immediate family instead of with the grandparents, we have a blast and things are so much less stressful. It makes for a happy day. After my turkey induced coma let up we went to Hillary's for pie. yum. Now i'm on a sugar high and plan on falling asleep to last night's episode of Private Practice.
I hope everyone enjoyed themselves and the 5000 calories they each consumed. Burn them off tomorrow in the wee hours of the morning.