A bird in the hand…

The bird is stuffed then slammed into the oven for 5 hours, add 17 adults, several tots, three dogs and one cat who gets chased, 10 pot lucks and brother Chris’ pumpkin pies and it’s once again Thanksgiving at Camp Coleman. Oh , I forgot to add in a pinch of Packers. I mean what’s Thanksgiving without football ?

Actually everything is quite clam these days. We happen to be in that state where our kids are all very matures and their kids are to small to cause the normal “what the hell is all that racket?” Our only problem now a days is trying to find a place to crash after over-forking on turkey.

Yes, Thanksgiving is a day to give our Maker thanks and to our founding fathers who thought it a good idea to let the schools out so families could be together and humbly spend a quite moment walkin’ the malls and checking out the pre-Christmas deal. This year I counted my blessing and ran out of fingers.