I flew home the day before Thanksgiving. You know, the OMG busiest travel day of the year we're all going to die etc etc that we've all read about ad nauseum for years?
Yeah it wasn't bad. Little busier than normal, and I mean, I flew out of JFK in New York. That place is a dumpster fire on a good day. It was fine.
So yeah, my kid picked me up at the airport, as for the first time ever, Inappropriately Hot Foreign Wife couldnt' get the night off from work, and so I didn't see her until mid-day on Thursday.
I ended up cooking Thanksgiving dinner. Roasted a big turkey, threw together corn, stuffing, balsamic glazed carrots, rolls and I made a cheesecake with strawberry glaze from scratch. I got my sister to handle the mashed potatoes. It was a weird one, just 5 of us for dinner, which might be the smallest Thanksgiving ever for me at home, but it was a nice day.
Plus, I mean, I'm home, too, and that's awesome.
I got up at oh-dark-thirty and I'm writing this to kill time as I have to go get blood drawn for my annual physical next week. I dunno, maybe it wasn't a good idea to schedule that for the day after Thanksgiving and a day of eating too much and killing off probably half a bottle of Jamison over the course of the day and night. I certainly don't feel hungry yet, that's for sure.
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We had some crud that's going around so we stayed home and Thanksgiving dinner for just the two of us. I can't remember doing that before....ever.
Happy Thanksgiving! Glad you could make it home.
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