A Frozen Turkey Dinner.

We were thankful that we were warm, because it was frozen outside.

John took O. and L. sledding in the backyard with his new ATV.

The little monkey swabs the bird.

Turkey porn.

John isn't a turkey fan, so we also did a curry-crusted prime rib on the grill.
We started with a round of mai tais, because nothing complements
sub-freezing weather like a tangy tropical drink (no little umbrellas, unfortunately). Emily's dad and
Michael and his mom joined us in gobbling John's evil, heart-stopping
scalloped potatoes, O.'s pecan cornbread stuffing and cranberry salsa,
as well as sausage bread, rolls, pies, and other devil-inspired richness.

We were thankful that no one had a heart attack or quoted Rush Limbaugh.

And we hope that you all have at least as much to be thankful for as we do.

P.