Happy Thanksgiving, peoples of the world. Even if you don't celebrate today's holiday, I hope you have a wonderful day, full of thankfulness, good memories, and Al Roker.
Also, can we take a moment to notice the whining kid, to the right (our right) of the lady?
What's his deal?
Does he have to whiz?
Are his shoes cramping his toes?
Maybe no one told him this was for publicity...
Even if Al is not quite half the man he used to be. And I'm not saying anything about the guy's character. Seriously, where did he go?! Obviously, he isn't eating Cheesecake Pumpkin Cookies or Banana Pudding cake today...
Anyhow, I'm off to start baking and cue up the parade, one of my very favoritest of holiday traditions. It's different now that I'm an adult, because I've gotta keep running to the kitchen to check on things, and I've got 17 loads of laundry to fold while I watch, but I'm okay with that, as long as I get to see Snoopy and some dancing. And the bands. I love the bands. I always wanted to be in one of those bands.
I'm thankful for my husband, for our home and our shared laughter. For my useless dog who refused to go down the stairs to check out things that go bump in the night. For friends that are like family, who you can share holidays with and threaten harm to if they use canned gravy when they have perfectly good turkey drippings sitting on the stove, and who tell you to arrive 3 hours early because they know you're always late. I thankful for God's love, his grace, his beauty, and his just-ness. For the Pittsburgh Steelers, even though they just keep breaking my heart. And I'm thankful that the grocery store is only 2.6 miles from my house, because I'm pretty sure being out of milk and nearly out of butter when it's time to bake is a bad thing.
Happy Thanksgiving. Le'ts knock this holiday out of the park!