Thanksgiving at Shawshank. We had the grandkidlings from North Port and Brendan brought his old Army buddy Robert Jumper who has arrived in Florida from Fort Campbell. Sgt. Jumper, after 2 tours in Iraq and 1 in Afghanistan is leaving the 101st Screaming Eagles and like Brendan, said enough is enough.
Anyway, Brendan said he would show up only if he could do all the work. Permission granted.
Anyway, Brendan said he would show up only if he could do all the work. Permission granted.
Brendan and Lee prepping the gobbler at 6:00 am.
Michael and Alhanna at rest.
The massive amount of work seems incongruous to me, but people seem to enjoy it. A lot like folks saying they enjoy an Adam Sandler movie.
Brendan and Allie.
Basting a bird.
After a dip in the pool, one guy sleeps, while 2 guys play Wi.
Zzzzzzzzz.
Alhanna explaining her love of shrimp cocktail, then...
...deciding it looks too gross.
All that work.
For this.
Now both cooks are asleep.
While the rest of us take another dip in the pool.
From left to right: Drew, Norah, Michael and Alhanna.
Say cheese.
Norah loves the water.
'No, Dad, I'm watching the airplane."
Ah, there's the cook. Thanks Unkie.
We have liftoff.
And splashdown.
And lift off, again.
It was an excellent Thanksgiving and thanks to Brendan and Lee for all your work making the Bird and the fixins'. It may very well be the last "all-member" Blythe Holiday get-together down here. Winds of change and all that. We know for sure the grandkidlings are leaving for Canada after the first of the year. And, well, other stuff, too.
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