Thanksgiving came in a hurry this year. Between work, work and well work it was hard to imagine that it was already time to decide what grocery store was going to supply my “home cooked pies” for the upcoming family feast. ( Thanks Macey’s! ) The family and I packed up Veera and headed out cross lake to meet a ton of people I have never seen before and frankly may never see again. But hey, what better way to spend Thanksgiving than with a bunch of people you sorta know & some pies you are pretty sure you are going to claim as your own.

Game on.

Soon after arriving it was clear that the Mr. had unintentionally picked up a new friend. And by friend, I mean a cute girl with a lot of  spunk, wit and undoubtedly a massive amount of skill at fuse ball. ( Via her mouth, of course )  She was 11, but that didn’t seem to bother her one bit. As far as she knew well.. there was no reason why this couldn’t work out. Right? The night went on and the Mr. and Elle were joined at the hip. I admit it was a bit too fun to watch and even I had to get a reality check that I was in fact married to him and she was most certainly tramping on my turf. But again, she was 11 what chance did I really have at this point. The turf tramping continued on, even after we announced we were in fact married ( yes, she sighed a big sigh ) and that we were in fact happy ( again, another big sigh ) and tried to all so calmly led her on her merry way. I don’t think any of the “plan” worked and I am fairly certain that her heart might have been crushed by the Mr. not saying good-bye as we ended the night and headed for the door. All we could do was both laugh as we headed for home sweet home.

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