If I want to get depressed, I pull out the 17 years worth of these family/Thanksgiving photos and see how much I’ve grown. In girth, not as a person, obviously. I don’t know why I always get stuck in the front. I guess it’s the price I pay for being short.
We left for the Island on Wednesday morning and made the trip without incident. Not that I was worried – Bratt and Kit decided to follow us down as well, and I figured that if anything went wrong they’d pick us up off the side of the road. Luckily, we didn’t have to test the theory.
Wednesday night, we decided to hang out at home, which is when Stanley mentioned that Gone with the Wind was coming on television. Since he’d seen it when it first came out in 1939, and Moon had never seen it, we all settled down to watch it. All FIVE HOURS of it. Well, everyone else went to bed around 10, but what’s a mom to do? I couldn’t leave Moon to wonder what happened to Scarlett and Rhett forever, so we stayed up till 1 a.m. watching the drama unfold. The bad news is we were both exhausted on Thanksgiving. The good news is that Moon now has full understanding of all things Yankee.
Thanksgiving was spent in Savannah, and you’ll be proud to know that even though I tried the traditional Chatham Artillery Punch, I did not wake up in the middle of the night and throw up. Success! I’m not sure what the secret was since I ate and drank enough for four people.
I wasn’t the only one. I’m not saying WHO, but one of these people ate 3 pieces of cake.
On Friday, we walked the dogs on the beach, then I played bridge. I don’t want to brag, but I came in 8th. Of 8. While I was doing my best to embarrass myself, JD, Moon, Brat and Kit were given a tour of Sea Island, including an inside look at one of the beautiful homes that reside there. Which explains why Moon is a little put out that WE don’t have an elevator.
Friday night, M continued to earn Super Mother-in-Law status by playing 72 games of dominoes with Moon, while we went to see Catching Fire with Bratt/Kit. It was so good I came home and re-read Mockingjay. I’ve now seen two of the movies and read all three books, including one twice and I STILL have fewer hours in them than Gone with the Wind.
Saturday morning we got up at the crack of dawn and raced home before the traffic could clog all of the major roads. I collapsed on the bed and didn’t get up until noon on Sunday.
So essentially, my typical Thanksgiving weekend. With slightly less puke.
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I don’t know how she stays so small.