I have been such a horrible photographer lately! Honestly, I just emptied my little memory card, and this was the only blog-worthy picture:
At least he is the cutest little stink bug in the world, though!
I am blaming my lack of pictures partially on my sister, Caitlan, who, after using my camera to take some pictures of herself to send in with her mission papers, accidentally left Idaho with my memory card. I am too cheap to buy another one, so I borrowed my dad's for a while until Hooray! she gave my card back this weekend. Caitlan, by the way, received the most enviable news, and I'd like to think that her fabulous pictures with my camera helped.
Anyway, I didn't take any pictures of our weekend, but we really had the most splendid Thanksgiving. My mom made the turkey and it was divine-- probably the best turkey I've had in years and years. Her trick? She let the turkey sit under its little foil tent for an extra 30 minutes. That's it. My contribution to our Turkey day, aside from some darling (if I don't say so myself) little place cards and napkin holders, was the gravy. This was my very first time attempting a real (read: not from a packet) turkey gravy, with drippings and everything, so I was a bit nervous. But, success! Compliments even! I may even be able to make a homemade gravy again! Next time I'll have to take a picture.