I think I'll be thankful for sleep tomorrow.
I'm tired after all those trimmings. We did a cornish hen this year instead of a turkey. I made turkey meatballs, roasted and mashed butternut squash, and brought my dad mince meat tarts. Dad went all out. I thought he was just doin the hen, but he made a bunch of sides as well. Michelle and Deepak brought one of those Tofurkeys. Everyone seemed to enjoy it- but me.
Lance always takes off early for Guilford, Connecticut where the rest of the Lapierre clan reside. I always head up there first thing on Friday. So it was just two of my sisters, my sister's boyfriend and my dad sharing stories over soon-to-be empty plates and full bellies.
Last year, I put together a huge list of things for which to be thankful. Unfortunately, I have to be on Amtrak in less than 5 hours and I need a li'l shut eye. Maybe I can work on it while I'm on the train.
When most people count their blessings, one and two are usually friends and family. That holds true for yours truly. The beer-soaked days are definitely made better with the people that I pass the hours with. And speaking of beer, I'm thankful for the McNeill's Dark Angel imperial stout they had on tap at the POPE on Wednesday night. Vermont brewery. You should try it.