A few points to note about this Thanksgiving: this was the Thanksgiving everyone took turns showing off how little Spanish they know. Who knows why...it just happens. Brian won with the most complete phrases, but he'll basically be able to order a beer from the bathroom and get you thrown in jail. No one could remember what Thursday was in Spanish.
Evan drank three half-gallons of Boiled Custard and lost 5 more lbs.
Brian fell down the stairs (just a couple) and fractured his butt-bone.
My Dad coached me on how to handle a pimple, in front of everyone, including Jennifer, who almost died laughing. Good to know that my dad still thinks I'm 12. Probably because I act it.
Calen let us know that his is officially the official expert of all things football and has been since he was 8 years old.
Kristen shrunk Calen's new Ralph Lauren sweater, which he wore anyway and looked really sweet. Brian still wonders why guys wear sweaters.
We listened to the UT game over the radio taking turns holding the antenna to keep the reception crystal clear downstairs. Evan was the best antenna holder.
Thanks again for a great weekend Mom and Dad! Love, El
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Ah, nice crisp day in Nashville. Thank goodness I'm wearing a sweater.
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