Not Michael Keaton!

Thus the tone was set for my Thanksgiving break. It all came about because of arguing who played the voice of Chick Hicks in Cars... which led to an IMDB search... which led to my future brother-in-law trouncing all of us with his superior wisdom. Love ya, Scott!

Yes, yes, yes. It was a time for family traditions, one of which was one bird and ten desserts... much to the detriment of my diet. Luckily, even the pumpkin cheesecake couldn't thwart my new metabolism. I didn't gain anything during Thanksgiving. I know you're jealous.

The Thanksgiving menu consisted of the usual bird, stuffing, green beans, baked beans, southwest corn, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, and homemade rolls. Dessert consisted of pumpkin pie, pecan bourbon pie, pumpkin bread (one with chocolate chips and one without), pumpkin cheesecake, pineapple upside down cake, cherry pie, and ice cream.

If I never see another pumpkin again I think I'd be okay.

Or at least for another 361 days.

We played Uno and watched movies. Uno is a family tradition. We laughed until we cried. I'm not even sure what we were laughing about, but it was probably made funnier by the White Zinfandel. Or the Blue Moon with orange. Yep, wine and girly beers are a tradition, too, at least for the women. This is not insinuating that Blue Moon is a girly beer, but it definitely becomes so with an orange slice dangling off the side like a daquiri. Manly beers are a tradition for the men, so we also had some Fat Tire and Shiner Hefeweizen floating around.

Oh, and Gramma taught the kids how to roll down the hill into the ditch and play in leaves. I still don't know whether or not she knows she was being caught on family-cam.

All in all, good times.