It probably should have looked like this:
but it ended up looking like this:
Let me explain. Last year was the Thanksgiving to beat all other Thanksgivings. Not only did we have turkey and all the trimmings, but we had a wedding in the family THAT weekend, and *all* six children and all their kids and other extended family attended. My folks hosted it, and they've joked ever since that they were going OUT next year. (Can you blame 'em?)
Well, as the calendar turned, all the families made plans with in-laws and friends this year, and Mom had knee surgery two weeks out from the big day. So, what started as a joke, became a strong possibility, and then... planned!
Our little family was invited to come along to the restaurant. It would definitely be a memory maker, right? We had a blast! The place was PACKED. I couldn't understand it. The manager said it was their busiest day -- sheesh! I'm no Martha Stewart, but isn't this supposed to be a "family gathered at home" holiday? People do this every year? I don't get it.
Well, we got into the spirit of it....sort of....
...those disguises didn't stay on too long.
The mustaches tickled! The food was really good, and we had all the traditional Thanksgiving food and none of the dishes! [Don't worry about us missing the leftovers -- everybody cooked their own turkeys at their houses this weekend -- just for turkey sandwiches! LOL]
watching our beloved Texas Aggies.... (oh, my poor Aggies!)
...and turkey-induced coma naps. Zzzzzzzzz....
In other words, a *perfect* Thanksgiving.
Eat your heart out, Martha.