Happiest Thanksgiving.

I’d like to believe the whites and Indians really did sit down and share a meal in peace on the first Thanksgiving ever, because I just can’t understand how they wouldn’t be able to get along. Didn’t they see that bumper sticker telling them to coexist?

Well, there was plenty of camaraderie at my brother’s house yesterday. 27 people total, two turkeys, unlimited wine (which helped ease the blow of the horrendous Jet game), a table stretching from one room into a hallway into another room, warm weather and good laughter and I wish we could do it every week. Just one more reason why this has been my favorite year ever.