Everything came off without a hitch. I laid out a nice board of cheese, fruit, crackers, nuts and proscutto in the living room. Mom had one mimosa and me & Dad split the rest of the bottle.
Dad actually preferred sitting at Big Daddy's desk where he could watch football on the big screen HDTV:
My table looked nice, if I do so say myself. I really should enterain more often.
And while the rest of my house was clean, I took some more photos:
Well, it's sorta clean. I can see now that all that shit needs to come down off the refridgerator. (It's a magnet collection from places we travel to.) Do you like my little white lights above the cabinets? That's something new I just added.
This one even has the dog in it. What a magazine shot!
Here's a rather blurry shot of the table set with all the food. No big turkey money shot, though. We carve in the kitchen:
And, the joyous family all gathered around the bountiful blessings. And also bitching at me for making them pose for pictures when they really wanted to be digging into the blessings:
As per tradition, Dad enjoyed the wings:
And someone was asleep immediately following the meal. This year, though, it wasn't me. It was Uncle Dave:
Even the puppies had turkey. And all in the home were thus sated and happy: