Day of Gluttony aka Thanksgiving
We’ve been going nonstop since we moved in.
Thanksgiving weekend was no exception.
Husband was obsessed with going to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.
I was not interested.
I did, however, agree to go to see the balloons be blown up.
Which solidified my decision not to attend the parade.
It was bonkers. People and babies and strollers were all jammed into one little area just to see Buzz Lightyear laying on his side halfway inflated.
So Husband woke up at 5am on Thanksgiving day, met up with his bestie J and went and watched the parade in the cold.
I woke up at 8:30, made some coffee, and snuggled my dogs on the couch and watched the parade on TV.
I think my idea was better.
Later that afternoon, we crossed town and joined our friends J and N and a group of their friends for dinner.
We ate (and drank) our faces off.
The End.
