There is almost nothing better than homemade bread - kneading it, smelling it as it cooks and, of course, eating it.. Brooke made black pepper bread for her leek bread pudding and also made us a few extra buns to freeze and save for later.
We won't talk about how many times Brooke has beat the heck out of me this weekend playing Scramble With Friends! I wonder how many people begin playing under the guise of Scramble With Friends and end playing Scramble With Enemies.
These are the cards from the rounds of Apples to Apples that I won.
My loving family tried to imply that there may be a good reason that I was best able to describe these words. They have all finally realized that they make me cranky and crazy! Just kidding . . .I love you guys.
Even our four-legged family members were in on the giving thanks.
Frankie: "I am thankful to live in a home where instead of yelling at me for sitting on the table they tell me to be still so that they can take pictures of me."
Harley: "I am thankful for my gold afghan."
This afghan was made by Weber's mother. She passed away in 1980, so the afghan has survived a good long while. (There is something to be said for Red Heart yarn.) Harley loves this thing. She gets upset when anyone tries to sit on it, wrap up in it, or mover HER blanket.
Adidas: "Did someone say leftovers? I'd be thankful for something other than this damn diet dog food and green beans. Some of that smoked turkey that I've been smelling for 24 hours would be pretty darn good right now. If I can't have that, I guess I'll be thankful for my dad's place on the couch where I can sit, sulk and contemplate just how hungry I am."
What better way to end the day than with a beautiful sunset.
