So since I started doing Thanksgiving about ten years ago, my mother has given me Thanksgiving gifts.
A couple are pretty Thanksgiving plates, but some are these sort of bizarre hilarious ones, like my Thanksgiving couch pillow. It's only used for one month a year, so it's lasted a long time, and it's strangely popular too.
And then these guys below:
The Pilgrim Bears.
The little child pj had them in my bed one morning while we watched Curious George. She watched. I snoozed. Well she thought they were Halloween guys as she jumped on my back. I told her no, they're Pilgrims.
"Pilgrims??" She held one in each hand and turned them to look at their faces. Then she laughed.
Well, this morning, my mother presented me with a Thanksgiving gift for this year:
He's very weird.
When I took him from the bag, we could not stop laughing. Do turkeys wear pants? Ever? And he has this little goofy hair on the top of his head--can't see it here because of the light.
Oh my goodness.
Plus, he's not breakable and he's bound to make some crazy little kids really happy.
Thank you, Mom. You are a most excellent Great-Grandma.
Heidi sent a big package of construction paper, so we took inspiration and made some goofy Thanksgiving turkeys--pj's has eyes with long eyelashes drawn with sparkly crayon.
And it's winter now, at least a month earlier than we expected.
The kids are happy enough about it.
We had lunch with my parents and my sister, pizza and lots of laughing.
Tonight some of the big kids are at the Garth Brooks concert so Maria is watching John's kids, and we have pj overnight, and at some point earlier this week I mentioned maybe we'd go to the pool and they didn't forget.
Man, I was not in the mood for this. I'm tired! It's like 18 degrees out!
And then we got to the pool and parked the car and realized we'd forgotten the towels at home.
"Dance around like idiots laughing, and don't even grab the damned towels. Your behavior today is really not impressing me."
(They have been super squirrely and also argumentative with each other. ANNOYING.)
Going home and returning was just so unamusing, but then I remembered Kohl's is just around the block, so we went to damn Kohl's and bought towels while they waited in the car.
When I got back in the car, in the dark, it seemed like things were wet on the console where the shifter is. I turned on the light and it was full of my diet coke they'd somehow knocked over!
I yelled some more about what were they doing, and this can't get wet, and the compartment where I throw coins was full to the brim, so I stuffed a corner of a towel in there to mop up, all the while bitching.
Finally we made it into the water.
It got better after that.
And then the lens was too fogged up from the steamy air to take any more pictures.
Sam is back on prednisone for her skin, blast all those problems into the past. The vet put medicine in her ears again, and she's doing well.
But we didn't realize all her newfound energy and ridiculousness were medication side effects--her eating everything and begging at the table, raiding the wastebasket, having to go outside at 6 am, humping the kids, just generally being a lot busier dog was the medicine.
Jay's taken it a few times for his back and he didn't seem to have any side effects. We laughed about it, how Dad never acted like this.
Tim still talks a little bit like the Little Tim used to with the overly round vowels. He laughed and said, "Oh yeah, first he ate garbage. THEN he humped the kids."
Oh my goodness. There he is playing Subway Surfer.
And today is the end of a very wonderful Thursday, and Friday is next.
Onward. We can do it. love you all so, Val, aka MOM, aka Grandma