Meaning, three Thanksgivings in 36 hours (and one dominos tournament, where I am not pleased to announce that I landed at fourth place after a 4 round stint in 1st. le sigh). The blessing and the curse of having parents and parents and in-laws all in one city is that they are all in one city. It makes for an exhausting trip, with or without the turkey coma.
While at my Mom’s, Pasha discovered racquetballs (much to the disappointment of the Yorkies who were feeling a bit possessive of their toys). When we got home, we finally put our half-concrete backyard to some good use.