Thanksgiving was great. There was enough food to feed
an army and yet there were very few leftovers. There were all sixteen members
of the White clan present which meant that Patrick got to try out his fancy new
camera on a big family portrait in the front yard, (pictures to follow). Then it was time for
football.
This morning my elbow is enflamed, my back is tight
and my hamstrings have risen up in outraged protest. I imagine that when I
struggled to get out of bed this morning, I was in good company. Millions of my
mid-fifties countrymen struggled along with me, no doubt. The reason for
this is unfathomable to millions of wives out there who watch their husbands
diving on the ground attempting a miraculous catch. They are unimpressed with
our tales of touchdowns and interceptions. They just stare at us, mouths agape,
wondering what we possibly could have been thinking throwing ourselves onto the
ground wearing a perfectly clean wool sweater. Just for the record, the three
man team of Patrick, Jon and yours truly triumphed over the four man team of
Mike, Mick, Isaac, and Randy…28-21.
We are quickly approaching the two month anniversary of the
arrival of Lucy. In all that time she had only whined when we put her to bed
one time and that was the first night she was here….until last night. Lucy has
been in doggy heaven ever since meeting her new siblings. They have spent most
of their time snuggling or playing in a pile on the floor. The kids are in
love. Then, last night when it was finally bedtime, Lucy started to whine as if
to say, “I can’t go to bed now, there are people upstairs to play with!!” I’m a
little concerned that she will be bored with the two of us once the kids head
back on Sunday.
Once again proud to
report that none of my family has fallen prey to the hideous orgy of
conspicuous consumption that is Black Friday. Today we will busy ourselves with
getting up leaves and other traditional Thanksgiving activities. Actually, in
the interest of full disclosure, Patrick did
slip out last night at midnight to pick up a killer deal on a PS4 at Gamestop.
But, he was first in line and nobody got trampled when the doors were opened,
so I suppose that was a victory of sorts.
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