(left: table setting, football on the TV right: kids "table" set up under the stairs.. a la Harry Potter?)
Thanksgiving weekend in Houston. It wasn't the same without Grandma... really wasn't. It actually makes me teary to think about it. The Christmas decorations were painstakingly put up 2 weeks later (and the food was...not good) and it's a shame C ruined the majority of my weekend... swear to God I'm the most hyper sensitive mother fucker alive, but I don't even know this person anymore! The MINUTE I walked in the door I was in a bad mood. dios fucking mio. I don't know... the pictures tell a different story. My cousins are cute.
Sweet potatoes, butter, brown sugar, Makers Mark, oven, done. Yum. My favorite.
