I'm back, but I'm not necessarily all there, if you catch my drift. It takes me a lot longer to recover from a change of routine than it used to. The eight-hour drive was just deadly boring. We had to drive the length of Missouri, then across a corner of Iowa, into Nebraska, and back the same way a week later .
We had a fine time in Omaha. We always enjoy going to Kelley and Allen's house. I bonded again with my grandpuppy, Cosette. She loves her granny, but she loves her Uncle Jay more. She woke me up each morning by trying to climb all over me and lick my face. I managed to fend her off, but I could see in her expressive little eyes that she was primed and ready to take advantage of the first opportunity to lunge if I loosened my grip just a little bit. She only got me on the lips once. Bleah! I've been kissed by a dog!
Kelley brined the turkey again this year. It was very tasty - moist and perfectly cooked. She's such a good cook! The four of us pigged out on turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, green beans, asparagus/pea casserole, cranberry sauce, rolls, gravy and chocolate pecan pie. Yum!
A few of their friends came by Thanksgiving evening for dessert. Lots of fun. Nice people.
We came back with colds. Jay had shared his with me again. Sometimes I think he might could be a little less generous.
This blog will probably be kind of on again, off again through December. I'm in one of my moods. But, if anything momentous happens, I'll be right here, giving you a piece of my mind. And, of course, I'll be reading your blogs and commenting. Be forewarned.