Did you hear–my Thanksgiving was fantastic.
The cool bucket shoes.
The homemade yeast rolls.
The turkey.
The lemon meringue pie accidentally dyed neon highlighter green.
And it was so good. Even if it reminded us of eating Marshmallow Topped Slimer Pie. That’s Slimer, not Slimmer. Like that one guy at one of our local Walmarts: His name is Dieter, pronounced Deeter, not Dye-eht-er.
Either that he has a complex.
After spending most of the week cleaning and organizing the garage, I discovered that the last real family photograph we have is over six years old. We don’t even have family photographs with our youngest two children in them. Either we are the cheapest family ever or at least the laziest. I decided that since I have a brand new Nikon D40 that I have no excuse not to get out and capture our family now in the pleasant fall weather.
Just how we were going to do that without a professional photographer was beyond me. Let me tell you–I wish we had a professional photographer the other day, because my kids were not cooperative one bit. Every. Single. Shot. I. Took. Royally. Sucked.
Every. Single. Shot. The. Hubs. Took. Royally. Rocked.
I think there is a theme here…
You bet I wore those cool new bucket shoes of mine too:
So I quit giving my husband a hard time for nearly killing himself while repainting the walls this weekend…
And made dinner Saturday of his special request: Creamy Turkey Enchiladas with Homemade Tortillas. Because I felt really bad about putting liquid bronzer on his face before we took family photos. Hey, at least our skin tones now match.
Tell me this–how was your week?
