This Thanksgiving Weekend

we had our second round of Thanksgiving, this time with a roast beast instead of turkey. And this time I actually remembered to make our little friend, Thankful Tom Turkey.

The girlies were able to write their own (both said their family, and that was totally unprompted), Porter said the TV, but I think he meant to tell me that he was watching the TV and not to stand in front of it and ask him silly questions. My Dad hadn't written on his yet, but later he added, "RaNae". Awwww....



Adi-Baby made the place cards, and added a single feather to every plate.

**How do you like our oh-so-classy-paper-towell-napkins? Only the truly chic people have them**



I skipped out of early-morning Black Friday shopping this year *phew* due to the early-morning parade the girlies were in.

So here are my oh-so-handsome men watching the fire truck go by. No, you can't see the truck, but can you see the worried brow on Porter-Pot's face? He was a bit scared of the sirens.

And I'm pretty sure OP was more excited over the trucks than Porter.



As the girlies came marching up, they were both shaking their thangs to Part In The U.S.A. As soon as Miss Pipes saw us, she dropped her arms and GLARED.

Apparantly she didn't much like participating in a parade in 30 degree weather.


Here's my boys again. Have I mentioned how much I love these dudes?



Here is Nana.

She was cold.



Right after I snapped this pic, Piper burst into tears.

Poor baby- but after some cookies she felt all better (so much like her Momma).





When we got home, I left with my Momma to see what was left of the Black Friday sales.

Not much.

But we went to Kohls, where we had a $10 off if you spend $20 coupon, plus a 15% off coupon AND the Early Bird sale prices were still on. So, yeah, we rocked them.


Later, I was mocking OP because he had to go out in the cold and put up Christmas Lights, as he promised (apparantly he has never read the "CONTAINS LEAD" warning on the light boxes).




And then he said that I had to help him (meaning untangle the cords and clean up the broken bulbs).

Yeah, I wasn't super happy about that.



And here is what happens when OP gets too impatient to wait for our neighbor's extra-tall ladder.

He turns into a monkey.










He survived, and I survived, but Porter did suffer a smashed thumb from the girls toppling his car over onto him.

And then we had leftovers for dinner (Porter had cereal- yep, he's still that picky).

The end.