This thanksgiving was just a hug-fest. There is no other way to describe it. I bet the necks I got to hug number in the hundreds.
(Please don’t tell Dr. Eyelashes. He asked if I would be around a lot of people if he agreed with me going home for the holiday and I might have fibbed a little.)
I couldn’t help it. I had to get my hands on my people. And I did. I got my hands on my childhood friends people and my high school friends people and my church people and best of all……my family people.
My wonderful, loud, crazy family.
The holiday shenanigans started off with my brother killing a 12 point buck. He told us that deer was hot on the tail of a cute little doe and that was his undoing. There is a lesson in that my friends. So he and my dad spent most of the first evening field dressing a deer while JD and I chuckled once again about the differences between going to my house and going to his house. (Both are wonderful….just really different!).
On Thanksgiving we ate until we almost died. My brother fried up a turkey that was so delicious it made me want to cry. One of my nieces and I basically picked the left over carcass clean. Hey, they told me not to worry about my cholesterol and to bulk up…..I’m just following doctors orders people. We must have thought we were feeding the 5000 cause we certainly made enough food. It was delicious.
The best true story of the day. Years ago this man up on the mountain was complaining to his friend that his wife had presented him with their 6th or 7th girl baby.
“What am I gonna name this un?” He asked his friend.
His friend thought a minute and said, (and you must use your best southern accent here)
“Well, you could name ‘er Lou.” (we southerners have never met a word we couldn’t contract)
And so he did.
That girl’s name is Namer Lou B____.
And if that’s not a story worthy of Jeff Foxworthy’s next special, I don’t know what would be.
Hope your Thanksgiving was just as crazy and special as ours.
But I doubt it.
We set the bar pretty high.