Thanksgiving Perfection

 Bill's turkey was deliciously juicy, perfectly cooked and gorgeous!  Coco's stuffing...yum!

 Ruby barely had to lift a finger.  Her assistant did all the work.

 Cavity stuffed with tangerines and oranges

 Bill gave a toast with the famous Coke Nog that accompanies every special event. 

 Ptolemy was viciously attacked by a glass Christmas tree ornament that exploded when he squeezed it.  He had shards of glass all over his face, hair and sweater.  His face was cut and bleeding on both cheeks.  Freestone ran and got some band-aids to patch him up with and he was fine, except that he hated the band-aids.  I'm so thankful he didn't get a shard of glass in his eye!

 Free showing off his art

 Coke Nog ingredients

 These are the exact same outfits my parents wore at my wedding.  A man like Felshaw not only owns a tux, but wears it.  And looks good!

 Abram and PT...screaming buddies!

 Xanthe and Esmae...always so happy to see each other.

If Thanksgiving success is measured by how much food you eat, I think we had a smashing success.  The chow mein was a hit, and will become a tradition; a fun little nod to Xanthe's heritage.  The orange jello was pronounced perfect by Bill.  Trajan, whose orders were to bring a chocolate or a pecan pie, brought a chocolate pecan pie.  I mean, how can you beat perfection?

I would love to wax philosophical about gratitude and life, but I'm too full of delicious food.  And I have to save my strength to eat more.  Thanksgiving is not for wimps!