Thanksgiving Framed

Another year, another Thanksgiving spent apart. If things keep up the way they've been going Melissa and I will be lucky to have spent five Thanksgivings together by the time we celebrate our 25^th anniversary.

Neither of us got to spend Thanksgiving with family this year either. Instead we each found various people to impose ourselves on; I spent Turkeyday with some friends of ours and Melissa crashed some Chennaian's¹ feast.

Me and Sophie. Clearly I can never have children. After just a few minutes fatigue began to work its way inexorably up my arms like some sort of child-spawned serpent and I was forced to seek out a chair in which to deposit myself and my cumbersome burden². All fourteen or so pounds of her.

I also couldn't seem to walk anywhere with her without her legs shooting out and wrapping five times around something. She was like a little four legged octopus.

Just part of the crew. Thanks again to EJ and Holly for having me over. Successful Thanksgiving checklist time:

Good company
Copious amounts of good food
Pregnancy announcement³
Herculean dessert portions
Almost setting the neighborhood ablaze while trying to deep fry the turkey with dad

Well, four out of five ain't bad.

I had intended to make some joke about how many men it takes to get a baby into her snowsuit, but David⁴ is so clearly posing that I was afraid it would detract from the comedic value of the joke. So I'll make a less funny joke instead: Look! Three men and a baby!

Terrible. I know. But what can I do? I took three shots and that was the best one.

The only thing these two pictures have in common with Thanksgiving is that they were picked up from the framing shop the weekend before Thanksgiving. They're being posted here because the post title doesn't make any sense without them. Oh, and something about Melissa not wanting to wait three more weeks to see them in all of their framed glory.

This one Melissa has already seen framed since we bought it as is; we just didn't have the cashiola to pick it up the first time we saw it. That being the case, I can only assume that she wants a picture of it posted online so she can show the world what terrible taste her husband has in artwork.

Melissa has already complained about where I chose to hang this one (even though she's never seen it). She claims it's "behind the bathroom door." While this is technically true, it's not quite fair because the bathroom door is always closed. Therefore, it's not really behind the bathroom door. It's beside the bathroom door.

I don't think I used the word bathroom enough in that last paragraph. Bathroom.

-Dave

¹ I don't know if this is actually a word, but I'm throwing it out there anyway. If Dr. Seuss can do it you bet your flumpydingalo I'm gonna do it too.

²Originally this sentence was going to be the photo's alternate text, but I liked it so much that I couldn't bear the thought of no one (including Melissa) ever reading it.

³My family is large enough that these are considered standard at all gatherings of more than 8 people.

⁴He's the one on the right. I guess my faith that you could figure out which one of them was "clearly posing" was misplaced. I apologize. I'll try to use smaller words in the future.