thanksgiving can be fun and scary

When I first arrived in Paducah for Thanksgiving at Greg's grandparents, I saw this on the table.


And, I felt like I was here:

I was a little worried.....

But, it turned out just fine. A few minutes later, the squash casserole, turkey, potatoes, and dressing emerged from the oven and we ate at this table.

No, wait.

Greg and I didn't eat at that table. That was the grown-up table.

We ate at the kid table, then we had to work off our dinner:



Yes, that's Greg in an apron and it took him exactly an hour to do all the dishes.

His grandparents have a dishwasher, but they never have used it.

Such strange people they are.

But, it gave me the opportunity to show what a wonderful husband I have.

Ladies, I have proof. So, you may say you have the best husband, but my picture says it all.

While we cleaned, the grown-ups visited in the living room (sorry for all the wonky angles of my photos, it was a tiny dark room so I had to use my 50mm 1.4 to get good light)


Then, we opened gifts. Well, not us. Greg's grandparents, but Greg found this book particularly amusing.


He already wants me to be the Pioneer Woman, so I'm getting a little worried.....

And Ted Turner showed us his wood-burning skillz. (Don't you think it's funny when a real person has the name of a celebrity?)

He has mad skillz :)

We were all impressed because in all the years we've know him, we thought all he did was pheasant-hunt. Who knew?


And of course everyone (but me) had photos to show. So we oooohed and ahhhhed at them.


And, the only photo taken of me the whole day was this one. Just to prove I was there.



And to prove that although Greg is a wonderful husband, I am a wonderful wife, albeit not the Pioneer Woman.