The first part of Thanksgiving last year was spent trying to bus tables at the restaurant, practically passing out on customers, having people ask if I was on death's doorstep, and getting sent home from work early. The second part of said Thanksgiving was spent curled up on the couch feeling like I had been run over by a freight train, while Drew made dinner in the kitchen.
To say that this year's was much improved would be an enormous understatement.
Speaking of enormous (terrible transition, I know)... Let's start things off with the largest lapdog, ever.
For the first time in my life, I ate deep fried turkey. Holy. Yumminess. I'm pretty sure I could feel my arteries clogging up as I ate.
Sunday came 'round, and we helped decorate the house for Christmas. Turns out, this was endlessly fascinating for Chewy.
Christmas is coming! I am beyond excited.
We move in less than two weeks, many road trip and Washington photos to come.