Thanksgiving post-mortem
We had a lovely Thanksgiving with my family this year. My aunt Sandy and uncle Steve hosted it at their house this year, in Framingham. They had their kids, my cousins Jen and Mike, and their spouses, along with my grandmother, Steve's brother and sister, and their spouses. We had enough food to feed an army, and enough desserts to put that army into a diabetic coma. It was a feast.
My mom stayed behind this year; she and her friend opted to attend the Community Thanksgiving meal at the local 4H camp, which I have on good authority is a swell time on its own.
The only problem that we experienced was the drive -- under the best of circumstances, it's about a 1 hour, 45 minute trip (more than 170 miles round-trip) -- so I was exhausted by the time we got home around 8:30. I got about half-way home and had to unbuckle my jeans -- I ate *way* too much food.
The kids went to sleep almost as soon as we got home -- all except for Robert, who neither Bonnie nor I realized had stayed up until 11:30 on his computer. That's well past the point of what we allow, and I was thoroughly annoyed with him when I discovered him tapping away after the news was over.
Also, I noticed that Robert and I both started sniffling and sneezing almost as soon as we got over the bridges. There is something on Cape Cod that we are allergic to, and it's driving me batty.