It’s Thanksgiving.  The Curmudgeon and I are going to enjoy a lovely dinner of roast chicken (he won’t eat turkey), sage stuffing, gravy, Harvard beets, cranberry sauce, and we have a slice of cheesecake for each of us for dessert.  Okay it isn’t a completely traditional dinner, but we aren’t your traditional family.

     After dinner we’ll enjoy a movie marathon of some DVDs we bought lately and hadn’t had a chance to watch yet.

     The Curmudgeon will fall asleep in his chair with Patty.  Gavin will be snoring away in my chair with me.  I will be thankful That I get to enjoy watching all three sleep.

     There’s something to be said about a very small family.  There’s no noise, no pressure, and no fighting.  How thankful can I get?  Plenty thankful.