My Framily

After a glorious Thanksgiving in Jasper, Jake, Ozzie and I hosted a party in our hot little house (I mean hot as in temperature hot). I could give a recap of the party, but it seems to me that there are others doing a much better job of it here and here. I don't really think anyone cares what I think anyway, although I know that there are those of you out there that have some time to kill at work.

I am so lucky and blessed (if it is legally allowable to have a combination of the two). I love all of my family and friends, which is more like framily to me. They all blend in together. I even love my framily's dogs.

It always makes me so sad when everyone leaves a party and go their separate ways. I never feel like I get to spend time with anyone sufficiently. I would love to have one-on -ones with everyone and catch up on their lives for hours. If only we could have a 48-hour party. I guess that is called, THE OUTERBANKS. No wonder I was having withdrawal.

It takes me about a week to recover from big parties. Maybe it is because I am old, or maybe because this time it was at my house. Call me lazy if you will, but the party schrapnel is still laying around -- bags of unopened tortilla chips, a bongo drum, paper plates with turkeys laying amuk, the deflated Bears blow up man, the bubbling cauldron from outside laying on the deck in a singed pile. Uh, I had things to do on Sunday like laying on the couch all day, ignoring the mess that awaits. I am very good at ignoring messes. Fortunately I have a very nice husband who is obsessed with cleaning, and he is taking a personal day to clean our house. How great is that? However, I know Jake and when I get home today around 4:30, he will have gotten one room cleaned. He gets a little distracted by video games and the TV, so one room equals four hours. I promise to not complain. He is doing the dirty work.

If anyone passes photos along to me, I will do my best to post them. If only I could stream video on my blog ... I think I got some classic moments of singing/forgetting the words/attempting to play percussion. I think we all know why we don't always have percussion.

Thank you for coming if you were there, and if you weren't please come next year (I only mean that to those people who read my blog that I have met before. I don't know if there are any creepy people out there, and in that case you are NOT invited. If Kristin from Germany wants to come, she is more than welcome).