Days Alive: 12,200
Today was the first holiday, the first Thanksgiving since my grandfather passed away.
It was a bittersweet but lovely day.
First off, I went to breakfast with my father-in-law, brother-in-law, and Darling Wife.
David even played with Spock while we were waiting to leave:
So off to Village Inn we went!
We took some of the candies bacon bites to our favorite server, Danielle, as a sort of “sorry you’re stuck here on a holiday” gift.
Then, after a three stop adventure to try and track down a gorram bag of ice, off to my uncle’s, candied bacon and two tubs of hummus in tow.
I spent a lot of the day conversing, while crocheting, with my family.
Dear Bubble is just starting to show with little Hazelnut. She’s due in February and I think she’s the first great grand child?
The grandmas were being adorable together.
And I got to see cousins I haven’t seen in years!
And, of course, I stole a photo with my brother. It’s tradition!
Steph and I got to meet a newer furry family member! Taffy the Chinchilla! He was a curious little cloud of cuteness.
I never want one, but hot damn was he adorable. And like twenty times bigger than I thought he would be. For some reason, I though sugar gliders and chinchillas were of a size to each other. NOPE.
So. Many things this holiday. I need a nap. Or a good cry. But that could just be menstrual hormones being an ass.
Happy Thanksgiving!
