I had a fabulous Thanksgiving weekend. I sat down to write about it and realized I didn't have one particular story to share, so I thought I would just give you a few photos of the festivities I participated in.
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Some of Robyn's cousins were in town so we had a get together with them Wednesday night. Some I had met before and others I hadn't, but it was lots of fun to spend time with all of them. |
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Since I've lost weight, I'm not as warm as I used to be. I've found that my feet, in particular, get cold. Thursday morning I was just sitting with my feet in the bath tub reading my Kindle. Robyn thought it was amusing and snapped this pic. |
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This is me swinging on the swing in my Grandma's front yard. Robyn was convinced I would break it, but I totally didn't. I'm totally skinny enough to swing on a swing. |
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We went on a short walk/hike near my Grandma's house after Thanksgiving dinner. Naturally, we took a selfie. |
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Just a view of the mountain on our walk. The street where we were standing used to be wilderness when I went to Grandma's house as a child. |
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This is my cousin Jewell. She's a crane. That's what happens at Thanksgiving dinner. |
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When Jewell (The crane from above), was 4 years old, I mentioned that I though kisses were gross. (I've since changed my view on that.) She insisted quite vehemently that, "Kisses are soft, okay?" I made this with magnets on Grandma's fridge, to remind us all of that occasion many moons ago. |
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Robyn made a pumpkin pie from scratch! She roasted a pumpkin and everything. That's how she rolls. |
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This was the entire crew gathered at my Grandma's house. |
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This was my Thanksgiving dinner. I know you were dying to know exactly what I ate. |
It was a fabulous Thanksgiving. What was your favorite part about the weekend?
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