Here's where I spent my Thanksgiving holiday--in the foothills of the Appalachians with family and friends. Where'd you spend yours?
Traveling down wasn't too bad, until the rain hit. Driving in the storm was more disconcerting than usual, as we were listening to McCullough's "The Johnstown Flood" on CD. The trip home was better since the skies were clear. However, by that time they were searching for and trying to identify the dead, cleaning up, and attempting to affix blame--on the CD, that is.
The in-between part was best of all, of course. Lots of loved ones all about, laughter, merciless teasing from "siblings" (it's rumored that I smacked one in retaliation, but don't you believe it), kids running around who were actually very well behaved, cooking, cleaning, visiting a dairy farm and getting slimed by calves-- you know-- the whole holiday thing. Hope yours was great too.