The Phillipses Fail at Santa Beards and Succeed at James Gang Impersonations

My dad wanted us all to be wearing Santa Claus beards, but we couldn’t find any, so I made some from holiday flocking. It didn’t quite work. I was laughing so hard through the whole thing that I was crying, which is why my eyes are shut.

Happy Thanksgiving

I am, as always, thankful for you guys. I am also thankful that the back-to-back of Thanksgiving and Christmas only come once a year. Ha.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go make dinner. For my family, I am preparing turkey, mashed potatoes, corn bread, stuffing, green bean casserole, yams with marshmallows, and apple pie.

In other, happier, news, I have four baby blankets I need to be cranking out. I only have enough yarn for three, so it’s a good thing one baby is a little way off. Anyway, one blanket is done! Which is a good thing, since the baby’s been here for a while.

Oops.

But I am thankful he’s here and safe and that his parents are happy. The afghan I started on last night is for the son of a woman who has a creepy streak, so it’s grey and purple and will probably have a green border. After all, we have to start with the spooky very young. I’ll have pics later.

I am going to go to North Carolina with them. There’s just no choice. They’re too old to do it with just the two of them in the time they’ve allotted. And they’ll try anyway and I will be sick with worry the whole time they’re gone.

And, yes, I get that this is exactly how they’ve set it up to go.

But what can you do?

Family. They know your weaknesses.

Anyway, turkey, football, and togetherness. What more could we want? I mean, aside from go-go dancers?