We spent Thanksgiving at my parents house in MA last week. Our week started off with a surprise bday dinner for me. I have a big bday coming up on Dec. 11th (the BIG 30) and I won't see my parents, so they wanted to celebrate on Wed. evening. The reason I am in my sweats is because after driving in the car 7 hours Tuesday night, arriving in MA at 3am and then getting up and working all day on Wed. from Starbucks, I was exhausted. Not expecting a bday dinner, I changed into my comfy clothes, took a little nap and when I woke up everyone was over. I decided that since it was my party, I could do what I wanted and stay in my sweats!
I even had a surprise visitor from the King himself who sang to me. Most of you know my dad is very musically inclined and loves Elvis. This is not his day job though :-)
On Friday evening, we celebrated Brad's bday, which actually fell on Thanksgiving this year. Because we had enough left overs to feed a small village in West Africa, we felt too guilty to justify another cake and more desserts. So, Brad was a sport and had my left over canoli cake.
Brad got a guitar lesson for his bday from Elvis himself.
On Friday we took Winston over to meet a friends new beagle puppy, Oscar. My dad was in his glory. He wanted to take Oscar home, but feared my mom would make both of them sleep in the garage.
Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. And Jette, if you're reading this, I hope you made your sweet potatoes!
I even had a surprise visitor from the King himself who sang to me. Most of you know my dad is very musically inclined and loves Elvis. This is not his day job though :-)
On Friday evening, we celebrated Brad's bday, which actually fell on Thanksgiving this year. Because we had enough left overs to feed a small village in West Africa, we felt too guilty to justify another cake and more desserts. So, Brad was a sport and had my left over canoli cake.
Brad got a guitar lesson for his bday from Elvis himself.
On Friday we took Winston over to meet a friends new beagle puppy, Oscar. My dad was in his glory. He wanted to take Oscar home, but feared my mom would make both of them sleep in the garage.
Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. And Jette, if you're reading this, I hope you made your sweet potatoes!
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