Okay, it's that part of Thanksgiving Day that is my absolute favorite-est. The big meal is over. The dishes all done. The food put away in the fridge . . . except for what has been sent home for the guests to enjoy as leftovers.
And now everyone has started that exodus back to the kitchen, picking up little bowls to fill with their choice of leftovers for nuking . . . and bringing them back down to eat in front of the ballgame on TV.
Exhaustion dictates what my next steps will be.
Fill a bowl for myself or just crash on the couch and look famished until someone feels sorry for me and fixes me something to eat.
Son No. 2, reading this over my shoulder, has picked up the ball and asked me what I want.
"Ohhhh, nothing. I'm fine. Really. Thanks." (Sigh!)
He's a good boy. He's in the kitchen fixing me a little plate with my top picks from the feast.
See?
My favorite-est part of the entire day.
What's yours?
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Thanks for a great Thanksgiving at home, Mom. It was delicious.
ReplyDeletenow ... what's for breakfast?
And my favorite part of thanksgiving is getting into my elastic-waist p.j. bottoms at the end of the day.
ReplyDeletethis page is so pretty!
ReplyDeletethanksgiving was amazing! thank you so much and i love you iab!!!!!
-andi (i have no idea how to not post this anonymously without having to sign up for something)
The Elvis concert was waaaaayyy better than the food...
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