Thankful

We started our Thanksgiving party weekend with homemade (Rhodes) cinnamon rolls and the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade in our jammies.
Then we headed on up to Denny's for our holiday dinner. This year we were with CG's family and since we did a big dinner on Monday night with his immediate family (of only 40 or so people) we had a more easy going Thanksgiving Day dinner. The thing that made this so nice was that we just happened to go to the Denny's that CG's kinda adopted brother's mother is the manager of.....wow, that was a mouthful. Anyway, she made it feel like we were having dinner at her home and it was wonderful.
Babs view of Thanksgiving.
Then CG headed to his parents house with the girls while I walked home with a couple of my sisters-in-law and nieces. Yes, I walked. I had a cherry sprite to work off! Among other things.
And then it came the important Thanksgiving tradition. The nap with whichever baby is willing to snuggle! Love the hair?!
And, lest you think I could go an entire holiday weekend without doing something stupid, keep on reading. I really wanted a traditional Thanksgiving dinner....turkey, stuffing, the works. But, of course, we were running late and were a little frazzled by the time we got there and the waitress was working her way around the table about 30 seconds later. Lolly was insisting that she wanted grapes and fries for lunch and nothing else. I was trying to convince her to get something healthy to go with it....like pizza. Needless to say, I didn't have much time to find something for myself and I missed the little sign advertising their turkey dinner.
When I did finally see it I asked if I could switch and it was switched after much trouble causing on my part. But they were pretty busy. And the message didn't quite make it to all the right places at all the right times. So, I ended up with what I originally ordered and they brought CG the turkey dinner that I had ordered...instead of what he ordered. CG graciously took my country fried steak (a sacrifice, I know) just so that I could have that turkey dinner. I'm lucky they didn't kick me out!
But it gets better!!! That night as I was tucking my turkey leftovers safely in the fridge, the box somehow leaped from the fridge and onto the kitchen floor. My food spilled out, although the girls food was just fine. I guess it just was not meant to be. But Dexter got a Thanksgiving feast!