Whinging about bobbles.

Friday night looked something like this...


Because of this, we thought doing this the following night was a good idea...


We decided our Irish friends needed an introduction to a proper Thanksgiving. I mean, we seem to have turned ourselves into beacons for anyone holding a foreign passport and we feel compelled to show off our version of 'Americana'.

Between four of us, we created an entire Thanksgiving dinner within one day without much notice. That is, we woke up around noon after surviving the night before (see aforementioned photo about Friday night) and motivated ourselves out the door and to the grocery store. From scratch- or darn close to it- we came up with a full meal. It was an achievement and super fun all at the same time. For me, it was my Thanksgiving since I'm not headed home this year. As a sidenote, I should mention that pre-holiday time tends to be more exciting and worthwhile to me than any actual holiday. The boys tried sweet potatoes for the first time and didn't think they were anything terribly remarkable. Everyone had a good time. Especially when the box competition started. Basically, you lean over without bending your knees or using your hands and you pick up a box with your teeth. Since the boys had such a poor showing, we allowed them to bend one knee so they could get a bit closer to the ground. Even then, three of us (oh yeah, me included!) beat them without any help. Yay us? Yay yoga?


Ich hab die echte Gummibärchen! Haribo macht Kinder froh (und Erwachsene ebenso)!

I finally received the package from D. Lovely gal sent over real German gummi bears (die echte), Toffifee...and an Advent calender. So many little doors to open up, so much effort and self-restraint not to do so.


Favorite sentence of the day...A. to Y, 'When does the ass kicking commence?'

Venting and making fun of it. What more is there to say?