Who’s feeling proud of herself this morning for solving the network connectivity error that has kept the family off the Interwebs for the last four days???
But let’s not tell the husband because then he’ll expect me to solve all technical issues from here on out and the extent of my problem solving involves unplugging the modem and hitting ALT CTRL DEL.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday of the year. It might have something to do with unfettered access to pans of cornbread dressing followed by state-sanctioned napping to the dull roar of the Lions losing yet another football game or it could have everything to do with hanging out with those you love and enjoying the blessings of another year spent together without the hassle of dealing with mounds of hermetically sealed, twisty-tied-to-death presents.
Take your pick.
About a month ago, our friends NotNed and Momologuer called to float the idea of our two families meeting up for Thanksgiving and spending time at a neutral site where we could just hang out, visit, and enjoy some time with each other. NotNed, being a researcher extraordinaire, found a beach house for us in the Outer Banks of North Carolina, just a few miles south of Corolla and a mere 100 steps from the ocean.
Oh, it was bliss.
We arrived Wednesday night at the same time as a massive cold front and Mom of the Year here had dressed her young ‘uns in shorts and t-shirts because, you know, we were going to THE BEACH
even though it was November and we all froze our patooties off until we could get inside and dig through the suitcases for something a little more appropriate.
My friend Momologuer, on the other hand, came prepared.
She ALWAYS has everything we need for any occasion.
In this instance, it was a kite and designer Wellingtons.
And this is why I love her.
The children seemed oblivious to the cold and spent a few hours every day on the beach, building sandcastles, playing IN THE WATER, and generally catching pneumonia.
They also spent time testing the operational capacity of the elevator in the house.
Hours of fun.
And the adults? Well, let’s just say that someone had to consume the food we brought for an army.
There was lots of napping –
And more eating….
And more reclining….
And more eating….
And all too soon, our idyllic time in the
fifty-degree weather sun came to an end.
But not before Craig stopped at 7-Eleven and picked up the tubular meat product from the rolling tray under the heat lamp.
And it was the best Thanksgiving ever.
Have a nice day.
P.S. For NotNed’s version of the trip, go here.