Turkey Lurkey

I cannot begin to tell you how excited I am about our Thanksgiving dinner buffet today. I LOVE buffets. Not old people buffets with four-hundred pound people who stay all day - but really good, fancy restaurant buffets with a thousand different desserts and all the trimmings and fancy meat carving men with tall white hats and black and white chef pants.

Gracie and I took a L--O--N--G walk this morning. I may just take another one later - just to make room for food. After all, it's Thanksgiving.

We're leaving in about an hour to walk over to our neighbor/friends' house for Thanksgiving breakfast. The Copleys are some of our best friends. They have four children, all similar ages to ours and they live just around the corner. Last year, on Christmas eve, we came home from church to find a pan full of "Copley Christmas Crap" - the traditional christmas morning dish they've enjoyed year after year. We warmed it up on Christmas morning and hopefully, started a new tradition. John Copley, the Dad/Cook of the family promises to share a dish with us each year we're in town...

Turns out Copely Christmas Crap is also Copley Thanksgiving Crap. So we're heading over to indulge on this delicious egg/sausage/cheese extrazaganza here just as soon as everyone is ready.

We'll go out to dinner with the Copleys too. Fun. All our kids get along so well, and we've spent several Thanksgivings with them over the years. In fact, now that I think about it, the last three years, we've been together on this holiday. It's becoming a bit of a tradition, I guess. The Thanksgiving Crap is a new addition to the tradition, as is going out for dinner.

Here's the short list of things I'm thankful for: (I'll forego all the obvious ones... family, friends, blah blah blah. These are the little somethings that make me happy in life. Call me flippant. Whatever. I'm thankful for the little things too.)

• Coffee each morning.
• Gracie's floppy lips.
• Asia's floppy lips.
• Just kidding about that last one.
• Citrus scented Pledge.
• My jingle bell tree.
• My car.
• The promise of a new kitchen.
• My kids' snuggly warmth at bedtime.
• Memories of Paris.
• A good hairdresser.
• Friendships.
• My blog.
• My job.
• The Message.
• Downey.
• Slippers.
• My electric blanket.
• The companionship of a pup who follows me from room to room.
• My comfy chair.
• My laptop.
• My new church.

Happy Thanksgiving.