I was planning on a small quiet Thanksgiving dinner. Plans have a way of changing. Two days before the turkey went in the oven, Robert called to say he had gotten leave. He asked if a friend could come along, and I said, “The more, the merrier.” So he brought three of his battle buddies home. They had planned to show up on Thanksgiving and leave Friday morning. Like I said earlier, plans change. They arrived Wednesday evening and headed back Sunday morning.
I’m glad everyone helped out with the cooking. Mom brought mashed potatoes, yams and stuffing. Dad and Pat brought a relish plate, green bean casserole and pies. I had purchased a small turkey. When we found out we were having extras, my dad purchased a 20 pounder! It did not fit in the oven and barely fit in the roaster! There was not a whole lot left over either. We didn’t even have enough left over for ham and beans.
It was a great holiday! I enjoyed every minute of it. There were a few times I was afraid the house would not survive the experience. I don’t know how many times George and I yelled, “Take it Outside!” They have all “threatened” to come “Home” whenever possible.
I joke about it, but my heart is so full I think it could burst. I can’t wait to see what craziness Christmas brings us. X’s & O’s.
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