I cook the same Thanksgiving dinner every year. I mix it up at Christmas and Easter, but there is One True Thanksgiving Dinner, and I do not deviate from The Plan except to vary the green element slightly. Tonight I found myself entertaining heretical thoughts of making stuffing with white bread next year, or perhaps serving something chocolate for dessert, but I do not expect that they will survive until next November.
After dinner we played Apples to Apples and charades, and we cracked each other UP. My oldest son got my husband to say Coriolanus in about 90 seconds, causing me to say, "That's my BOY."
I am going to curl up in bed with The Hunger Games while the dishwasher does its thing. Good night, all.
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