I had my turkey, and ate it too :)

So, I'm usually cringing and hoping to avoid a massive, brain consuming migrane when it comes to dinner with the in-laws. Maybe it's not always so horribly horrific, but I'm usually acutely aware when we're hugging and saying our goodbyes that a) someone was pretty damn close to throwing something at the fiery old patriarch (Sonny's paw) and b) almost no one has excused themselves to go "blow up the bathroom". With as much food as Sonny's Maw makes it's just a given that each member of the party will be blowing up their own bathrooms.

Anyway, yesterday we ate Thanksgiving dinner with them. It was a lot more fun than we were expecting. I felt a pang of... jealousy? no. no. that's not the word. I guess I felt a drop of sadness that Sonny and I had to pass the torch of the "token newlyweds" down to Sonny's nephew and his new bride. It was a fun year but, you know, it's got to end sometime :)

My personal favorite from yesterday's moments? Getting to take home a slice of pumpkin pie. Yummy :P