Thanksgiving

We just can't seem to help ourselves. Once again, we've said we're going to stay home and relax on Thanksgiving, enjoy some time with Abigail, and try to recuperate from a tough couple of weeks. Instead, he's at the store buying the finishing ingredients for brining a 15 pound turkey and picking me up what I need for mashed potatoes and a bread pudding made from leftover coffee cake. Oh well, at least it's what we want to do and not what we have to do. And I know I'm thankful that we're in a position to do it, and have a nice dinner on the table, even if it is just for us. Really, I wouldn't have it any other way.