Thanksgiving Recap, Three Weeks Later.

I went home for Thanksgiving. (See below.)

I have been looking forward to Thanksgiving for quite some time, as I come from a family of Republicans. My mother and sister aren't, but the extended family -- aunt and uncles and cousins -- are extremely right-wing. I have sat through many a political "discussion" that basically boiled down to a list of what the Democrats were doing to ruin this country, and which Republicans could help.

Naturally, given our triumphant victory with Obama's election, I was excited to finally having something to gloat about. My aunt had been grumbling for some time prior to the election about my volunteer work, and my mother was obviously not repeating all the really wonderful stuff she had to say. So, elevated by Obama's win, I cracked my knuckles and packed all my Obama paraphernalia.

My aunt, however, had different plans. She immediately changed plans so that Thanksgiving was held at my cousin's house instead, using the Best Baby on the Planet as an excuse. My cousin's very pregnant wife would not be responsible for cooking -- my aunt would do all that. (It should be noted here that my cousin lives across the street from my aunt and uncle.) It was simply safer for the Best Baby on the Planet. Okay. Fine.

We arrived to Thanksgiving to find my uncle pulling the feast across the street in the Best Baby on the Planet's little red wagon.

Seriously.

Words don't really do this justice, and unfortunately, I am at work, so I will upload pictures later. Trust me: there was a great discussion as to how to best set the turkey in a wagon.

Once dinner had been transported across the street, my aunt set to work reheating and organizing and serving. My aunt, it should be noted, was a little ill coming into this. So by the time dinner was set out on the table, my aunt was exhausted, and acting a little off. This made me feel guilty about starting a political discussion -- you can't really declare victory when your opponent is feigning insanity to avoid you, it's just not fair -- so I talked with my uncle about the Pilgrims' original settlement. Of course, the bulk of my information came from the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving special.

And then my sister and I played ball with the Best Baby on the Planet. What a handsome guy! Again, words do this no justice.

Politically, it was a disappointing holiday though. But I am still holding out hope for Christmas.