We were at Mom's house for about 1 minute last night, when my Step-Dad, Chuck reached to turn on a light and the whole lamp shorted out. Sparks shot out the top like a Roman Candle, filling the house with the smell sharp smell of electrical smoke. He unplugged the lamp and took it out back, since it was on fire in the middle of the living room, and grabbed a fire extinguisher which he couldn't get to actually work. Mom came out with the spray bottle and misted it, until Chuck, grabbed the house and doused it. At least it didn't damage the lucious chocolate pie she had prepared for dessert.
Thanksgiving dinner was wonderful, Turkey, Sweet Potato Casserole, Broccoli Casserole, Dressing, Cranberry, with Chocolate and Pumpkin Pie for dessert. Mom cooks food the way that food should be cooked, with lots of butter in vast quantities. We ate until we were in a food coma, Connor eating so much that he later spit up while destroying their house a short while later. What the hell, it's not Thanksgiving unless everyone is miserable, full, right?
Connor was well behaved at the table, focusing all of his attention on the broccoli casserole and dressing in front of him. Although he was full and playing with his food, by the time dessert rolled around, we were able to tempt him with pumpkin pie, chocolate pie and a mound of Cool Whip on his high chair tray. Cool whip is fascinating when you are one year old...
This morning Jorma took off at 5am to hit the sales at the mall. I would have gone too, but we of course wanted Connor to sleep as long as humanly possible, so I took one for the team and stayed curled up in a warm cozy bed, sleeping off the second helping of dressing until 7am and having a yummy breakfast of leftover Chocolate Pie. I've done the Black Friday sales many times, so I was able to give Jorma some advice. The most important being, "I highly advise bringing home Starbucks."
I love a holiday.
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