The last of the Thanksgiving photos ahead!

Maw. Bittersweet. My dad didn’t really care for Abbie at first–she’s always been high strung and neurotic, and besides, he already had Sally–but she grew on him.

Abbie had a stroke a couple of weeks ago and made a miraculous recovery, considering she’s well over 100 years old, but then my mother called me yesterday to tell me that Abbie had fallen and possibly broken her leg. She’d been carrying her outside to go to the bathroom, and was gearing up to take her to the vet when she called me.

“Oh, sometimes Maggie will twist her ankle and hobble around for a day, and then she’s fine,” I told my mother.

“Maybe,” she said, doubtfully. With elderly animals, you just don’t know. Sprained ankle? Broken leg? Will she have to put her down? I’m assuming everything’s alright, because I didn’t receive a phone call last night. The phone call.

Very important beard brushing, here. I have never seen my father without a beard. It would probably freak me out.

Sally is cute. I love her pink nose.

My parents painted the downstairs yellow, and even though my mother’s been saying for __ years that she wants to frame the Christy painting before she hangs it up, that may never happen, so I just hung it up.

I think it looks great against the yellow!

The Air Force Bombers on the cover of Life magazine, 1943. My grandfather is one of the Bombers pictured.

There he is! He wrote a book about his experience, which is now in my possession, along with a bunch of other memorabilia I collected from my parents house this time around. I have a hard time removing my things from my parents house. I’m not sure what that’s about.

The Boy assuming the reading position. He told me he likes going to my parents house for holidays because it’s very quiet, which is true. It’s a great house to detox in, too.

My brother, to everyone’s surprise, is attending a 9 month ministry program. This is his required reading material. I had no idea my brother was even religious at all until I read his Facebook page.

Hand drawing by my grandfather, which I also hung on the wall. I don’t understand why my parents won’t hang things up on the walls! I can’t stand blank walls, but they don’t seem to mind at all. Upstairs they have things leaning against the wall instead of hanging up! What? Aack!

Leather furniture is so disgusting. But it does coordinate nicely with the yellow walls, and the Christy painting.

Two Blonde Bitches enjoying the last dregs of afternoon sunshine!

Sigh, my sweet, sweeeeeeet husband and his endearing Nerd Love for Bujoobles.

Whenever I come into town my mother always says, “We should dye my hair!” and then we never do, but this time I made sure it happened. I also made sure that the Boy nabbed a photo of it, even though my mother squawked, “Hey!” and I have mega Thanksgiving + PMS bloat here. It was my first time dying someone else’s hair (I lead a sheltered life), and only my second time dying hair ever (this was my first).

Ooooooh, pretty sunset on the way home.

That’s it! That’s all! The end of the Thanksgiving photos! I thought I did a decent job remembering to take photos this year, and it was a very nice trip.