Thanksgiving

It's snowing. We-Ping is alternating between sitting at the dining room window watching the flakes fall and running to the kitchen door scratching to get out.

I worked Thanksgiving. I didn't mind. The double time is nice and I still had time to get home and cook a nice dinner. It was just me, boyfriend, and the kids. The boys spent the day hunting with their dad. When I got home from work they were crashed on the living room floor. I covered them and hoped they'd sleep a while longer while I got some work done.Daughter had head lice. Boyfriend took her to the store since I was at work and bought her some lice medicine. Ew! Her boyfriends mom runs a daycare. Daughter hangs out there after school until I pick her up on my way home from work. I'm sure it's where she got the lice. SO I got home from work and cooked Thanksgiving dinner. I always hope to make the atmosphere nice. And I guess I always hope for a "Brady Bunch" type family. But when someone at the table, durimg ourr Thanksgiving meal, let a fart, and the others started laughing and then trying to out do the first persons fart I knew there was no hope. Then everyone started eating pumpkin pie except my middle son. I asked him if he wanted a piece and he said "no way! I have to dump a duece before I can eat another bite!" I pray that when they are guests at another persons house that they use better manners than they sometimes use while at home.

There's an ongoing argument going on at my house reguarding the cats. The kids think I give We-Ping preferential treatment over Clarabell. Clarabell is our outdoor Tom cat. My middle son especially, resents that We-Ping gets more attention. We've even argued over it. (Lord!) So lastnight my oldest son, middle son and myself are on the front porch. Middle son goes in the house and brings some turkey outside for Clarabell. Clarabell doesn't like human food....and ignores the turkey. So me and sons are watching to see if he'll eat it. Daughter comes to the door and reports that We-Ping is in my bed and is eating turkey. It was funny because it was cold outside, turkey was on the ground for Clarabell, and yet We-Ping was in the warm house, in bed eating turkey. Middle son says "SEE! and I bet she's sipping a Martini too!" I couldn't help but laugh.