I had a bit of drive by surgery 2 weeks ago.
That's not right.
Outpatient surgery, that's it.
Felt like a drive by, there have been a couple little complications and I kind of feel like the CSI people need to come and figure out why I died.
We had our Thanksgiving on Sunday, the 21st. My husband had to be back in the Great Frozen North for Thanksgiving and my big girls had other plans, so the 21st it was!.It was lovely. My girls and husband did ALL the cooking. Really---ALL of it. And the clean up. ALL of it……
While I devoured the rest of the peach pie and nursed my pitiful injury.
Oh….the injustice of it all.
I am thinking this will be seriously affecting how our Thanksgivings go down for the next 40 years—or until I die—which ever comes first.
My #2 daughter brought 3 friends home with her. So, we had a house full.
It was truly, truly, lovely and I am very blessed. Then everyone was able to leave and get home before all the scary storms started----double blessings! (Not that they left, that they made it home safely—sheesh)
On the real Thanksgiving---well—we just stayed in our jammies and had leftovers.
And I ate pumpkin pie and gave thanx for the piece of pecan pie that was still waiting in the wings.
Drive by surgery victims need lots of pie for a healthy recovery—true story.
This is a picture of one of my favorite Thanksgiving memories, way back around 1993.
Besides the flying nun hat that I forced on my poor baby’s head and that thing growing on the door….
(Studmuffin is looking fine as usual)
this picture commemorates the only time in our entire marriage…..
that we got to go out for Thanksgiving dinner.
It was a beautiful thing.
Please don’t hate me. Amen.