It was quite a nice Thanksgiving. The traffic, once we got past Vacaville, was negligible, and despite getting a bit of a late start (due to a very chatty neighbor), we made it to Richard’s parents’ house only a little later than we’d planned. We all walked to a local Subway for lunch, then back home to knit and write and chat with family before the rest of the dinner guests showed up. The turkey was actually cooked by dinner time (two years ago, it finally finished up at around 10 or 11 at night, so our Thanksgiving dinner consisted mainly of sides), and there was, as usual, more than enough food crowded onto the table. We all ate so much that by the time Richard’s mom pulled out the desserts – brownies with peppermint frosting and a pumpkin apple cobbler – it was almost painful to eat any more.

Richard’s dad got up early this morning since he wanted to pick up a few things at the Black Friday sales, but the rest of us decided there was nothing we wanted badly enough to make it out to the shops that early (some of the stores were opening at 4am – insane!), so we all slept in a few hours later. Or rather, most everyone did – I never sleep well in strange places, so after tossing and turning for hours, I finally gave up and came out at about 5:30 and got in a few hours of knitting before the rest of the house woke up.

We all headed off for the traditional post-Thanksgiving breakfast, where we were joined by Richard’s sister and niece, and then from there went off to do the traditional post-Thanksgiving ornament purchase. Back to the house to drink more coffee, and then it was off to the local theater, to see Enchanted. It is a thoroughly delightful and entertaining film. Amy Adams was absolutely perfect as the princess, and the guy playing the prince had that perfect combination of cluelessness, arrogance, and charm that is typical of the Disney cartoon prince.

Dinner was Thanksgiving leftovers, of course, and we all stuffed ourselves silly again because it was all so good. Then we took peppermint covered brownies for the road, and packed up the car, and Richard and I headed back onto the freeway for the long drive home, where we were greeted by six cats, and a small flood in the laundry room. Seems the hoses on the washing machine are leaking. Luckily the floor is tiled there, including the baseboard, and I did note to Richard that I’d been meaning to mop in there anyway (although I could have done it without quite *that* much water on the floor), so once we cleaned it up, and discovered the source of the water, and turned off the taps, it was fine.

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