HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO TAKE SEVEN HUNDRED PICTURES AND ONLY ONE COMES OUT?

Well, I suppose that we'll have to make do with this picture of the wreaths on the front window for now.  For some odd reason the other 699 pictures I snapped of the outside decorations didn't work quite right.  Do you suppose that it might be helpful if I actually read the bloody book that came with the camera?

As soon as Aunt Chrissy gets home from work the Official Rich Sister Thanksgiving and Seasonal Decorating Holiday can commence.  We're both going to decompose tonight in our respective homes, and then tomorrow we'll start with an early morning doctor's visit, followed by breakfast, the picking up of the smoked turkey breast that thankfully tastes of ham, a pass through the Panera drive-through for parade provisions, and then back to Aunt Chrissy's to get her outside decorations up since they finally blew her leaves away and I won't have to hear her kvetch about it one more minute.

Thursday will find us clad in comfy clothes, with nothing on the agenda but parade watching, feasting, and stitching, and if the boys behave themselves, we might head out to the lawn for a game of Pumpkin(!) as soon as the dog show concludes and Stewey has vetoed every selection that the judges have made.

After an 8am mammogram on Friday (I know...who DOES that?), we'll have more breakfast, and then I am determined to get the inside of my house decorated so that I can have the rest of the weekend to think happy thoughts and give Ms. Laura J. Perin's "Harvest Moon House" my full attention.  (Somewhere in there is a football game and some more feasting, I'm sure, but I figured I've already blown the "too much information" quota with the mammogram bit).

If you will allow me, I'd like to take an all too brief moment to tell you that when I put my big fat head on my pillow each night to list the things that I am thankful for, "all of my stitchy friends that I've met through my silly little blog" is right up there with Aunt Chrissy, Bosco, and Stewey.   Thank you, dear friends, for bringing me so much love and joy and happiness and laughter and encouragement and inspiration.  I. Am. Thankful. For. You.

We'll see you on the other side, ten pounds heavier and hopefully a little closer to showing some good progress on something vaguely stitching related.  Kisses and hugs to you and yours, and if you're stateside, Happy Thanksgiving!

Woo Hoo!
Coni