Now that you’ve read that, onto TGivs (and a surprise party), in photograph form.
A table full of family. Dun dun dunnn.
Sorry, sausage-muffins. No pictures of food. I guess I was a lame-o and forgot to whip out my camera in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner. My bad.
Surprise party for Aunt & Uncle, both of which almost died of heart attacks but were so so happy.
My cousins are literally the sweetest things ever. It was their parents’ (my aunt & uncle’s) anniversary this past Wednesday, and had this surprise party planned since before Padre ran the NYC Marathon. I love surprise parties, especially when you get the people good.
Samantha, Kelsey and Melanie arranged to have some of the closest family attend, including my “other aunt and uncle” Karen and Mark. Karen played a huge part in the food preparing and ordering process. She’s a sweetheart. Every year when I was a kid they let us ride in their speedboat at the lake! Tubing back then was much more of a novelty than it is now. As you grow older, some of the simple things get a bit less sparkly.
Anywho, the delicious food that they prepared:
I don’t know the actual name of the chicken dish, but it was amazing and was called Chicken Fran-something. So good. Go google what it’s called and then make it/order it. Okaybye.
OBVIOUSLY, everything was so delicious that I had to try a little bit of every dish. I mean duh.
Do you spy little ol’ me?
Oh! Also, I got a coffee maker! Basically a miracle in a box and my brand new baby. You can set it so that your coffee is done by a certain time, so basically I will literally be waking up to the smell of fresh coffee. Hope my roommate doesn’t mind the smell of fresh, organic, fair trade Trader Joe’s “Wake Up” blend.
Oh, hello, soulmate in a mug. I have met my match. NOW WAKE ME UP, BETCH.
And went to Trader Joe’s. Omg it was magical. So many goodies are going to be invading my dorm room in T minus one hour when I’m back home. Eeeee. I love love loved break. I didn’t think I would love being with my family as much as I did (I hate to admit it, and I’m sorry that I thought negatively), but it was a blast and I couldn’t have asked for anything more.
Oftentimes I come back from a break wishing I had done one thing more, taken one more opportunity or laughed one more time, but I feel satisfied and ready to go home. I’m kind of sad to leave my family, as I always am (because I love them, duh!), but this time I am also excited because the thought of my adorable room and my floor mates and my beautiful campus make me so happy to go home. I love it, and it is where I belong now.
Meow. Sappy sue. Have a good rest of your evening/Sunday morning loves!
Tell me about your thanksgiving!