THANKSGIVING WITH ALL MY LOVINS

i have more to be grateful for this year than a person should ever need in this lifetime. i'm healthy, i'm loved... brandon's beard has gotten so long it tickles his upper lip... what ever did i do to deserve such a manly beard grower in this lifetime? truly. 

this thanksgiving will go down in history as one of the best yet. we fit my ten most favorite people around my tiny dinner table in my tiny new york apartment, and then i finally forced myself to try a slice of pecan pie.

i am now obsessed with pecan pie.

here are a few photos from our little manhattan thanksgiving. i hope yours was warm and cozy, that your whipped cream was creamy, and that your sweet potatoes had aaaaaaall the mini marshmallows on top your cute little heart desired.

imma start us out with a photo of my dad snoozing, as this is the officially recognized national symbol of thanksgiving.

(olive hands, haters to the left)

and a quick photo from the night before, when we all walked through the macy's balloon blow up party.

i use the term "party" here loosely... because it was not a party. a woman tried to start a fight with me for trying to cross the street, and in the process of cooling things down i even touched her shoulder, which is new york speak for  "woman, i will THROW DOWN on you," because in new york you do not touch strangers unless you really mean business. and i really meant business. living here has made me just about fearless when it comes to arguing with total strangers. which is probably not a good thing.

where was i.

taduhhh

AND NOW IT IS CHRISTMAS!