I just finished putting the last of the leftovers in containers in the fridge. And rinsed ALL the dishes, bowls, pans, and so forth. The tables still have random glasses and stuff on them, but nothing that will attract critters. Yikes. Tired now with glass of wine at hand.

Besides the fun of seeing beloved family and eating great food it was cool letting my relatives test drive my car. Unfortunately my #1 son blew up at my 5 year old nephew because he kept throwing a basketball at him out on the court. He hit him the first time and son told him not to do that, which nephew of course took as the start of a new fun game. Son is normally great with kids, but he just starting yelling at him, totally out of emotional control. I wasn't there, which probably would have defused it quicker. Anyway his dad and aunt sent him away and he came inside and called a friend to give him a ride. He never told me about the issue.

So, no political arguments or anything like that, but still the asshole relative, who is my son. Sigh.

But with that exception the entire day went very well.

Sometimes being nosy yet polite is hard! My cousin's cousin has brought a friend to Thanksgiving for the last few years. I think he's from New Jersey, so not an insurmountable trip for the holiday. I also think they are just friends (cousin is also a man). Why is he with us? Bad family? Not actually just friends? THERE IS NO GOOD WAY TO ASK.

Ha, I had a friend who always came to our family holiday meals every year before she moved to Vegas this year. Mostly because she had a horrible family, and didn't cook herself. I invited her the first year because she had just moved to town and her son was in 2nd grade with mine, and it just became a tradition. She's Jewish so we would go to her house for her holiday meals too.

I don't even know what he does for a living, so maybe he just has to work tomorrow. I'm literally just nosy.

You'll have to strike up a conversation with him next time. Talk about work, ask him about his. Google stalk him!

Yeah, I'll work my way over next time!

You need to report back, Jesse! I'm nosy, too.

I'm really glad I made the decision early on that I would not go home tonight. Staying awake through the end of this football game will be enough of a challenge without driving after.

OK, check with me next Thanksgiving. Which is also supposed to be the first time my mother doesn't drive down. (Which was supposed to be this year.)

I finished Thanksgiving dinner and sent my well-stuffed guests home with many full leftover containers. But I still seem to have more food going back into the fridge than came out of it. Not sure how that happens. The first load of dishes is going through the washer, the hand wash-only glasses have been washed, and the furniture is back in its usual configuration. Now I'm sitting here with a cat on my lap and a can of fizzy water to hand. It's been a good day.

Oof, I have broken down the bird and started the stockpot but not sure where I'll hide everything in the fridge. But that is the annual conundrum.

Emmett has already fallen asleep on the couch, and his mom has toddled off to Matilda's bed. Matilda will sleep on the top bunk.

We polished off many carbs and four bottles of champagne.

Tomorrow we get to hang with Emmett during the day and then he will drive us over to my FiL's house for another family dinner.