I love me some Thanksgiving weekend. The food, the fam, the beginnings of a wonderful holiday season . . .
Allow me to catch you up on this weekend's goings-ons, would you?
Picture and title style? I'm not a long-winded gal. Unless you're on the phone with me (consider yourself warned).
I like to call this one:
"Could, like, someone go back in time to remind me I left the green bean casserole in the oven?"
and this one,
"I Pocahontas, paint with all the colors of the wind."
"The one of the kids table."
That's all I got.
"Ha ha that's funny now get those off your feet before your ruin 'em."
"Hello, my name is Jace, and I am dead meat. I left the toilet to overflow, closed the door and walked away while it poured out peepee and doodoo water for over 30 minutes, and"
"and then I laughed when my parents figured it out when water started seeping through the ceiling and ON TOP OF THEIR COMPUTERS. And then I realized it wasn't funny when we used every towel in our house, my daddy broke the insides of the toilet in a frantic effort to stop the water, and my mommy cried while she sucked water out of the light sockets and sopped up puddles off her printer. The end."
and this one:
"The fun decorating that occurred, prior to the potty water incident."
"You know, honey, I don't think we need lights on the hou-- never mind, just get down. I'm suffering a minor coronary with you strutting around on the roof right now."
and this one:
"Alright fine. . . it did turn out pretty darn good. . . "
"It takes a village. A village to properly man-handle my children for a picture attempt."
Man-- I felt like you were right there with me.