A Second Thanksgiving

I had another Thanksgiving the Sunday after Thanksgiving day and this time I was able to get pictures... I should've took more...🙂

I went to my aunt's house this time as she invited me, my sister, and my mom because my cousin bought a 25 pound turkey for a good cost. My aunt drove us to her house and the moment we got there, an excited Pugsley (my aunt's pug) ran up to us and started jumping on people. He's an old dog, I think he's 77 years in dog years, but I'm not sure. It's been a year since we've seen our cousins, so it was a bit akward talking to them, especially since they are extroverts and I'm a introvert. It was kinda like they were trying to spark a conversation, but I didn't know what to say. 😅 The food was done cooking when we got there, so we took off our shoes and filled our plates with food. Besides turkey, there was cranberry sauce, collard greens, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, mini bread (I forgot what they're called.), and sweet potatoes coated with marshmallows. There was also desert which was three different pies (apple, pumpkin, and chocolate creme) and two kinds of ice creams (vanilla and triple chocolate). I kept making ice cream floats with the sodas that we had and I watched my younger cousin play Fallout 4. I was kinda bored as I was only playing games on my phone. I brought my knitting and embroidery sets, but I didn't even used them. 😐 I tried to get away from being bored by eating more food and my aunt was in the kitchen, so she showed me some cute clothes she thought would fit on me, and they did. 😊When she went somewhere away from the kitchen, I ate the rest of the vanilla ice cream and I thought everyone ate some of it, but apparently my sister didn't because she was busy taking over playing Fallout 4. She asked me why there was no vanilla ice cream so, I told her, "I don't know, don't ask me." and I meant to tell her that I ate the rest. 😅 For the last 30 minutes before we left the feast, I drank a lot of soda and lie on the couch, petting Pugsley a couple of times. This is the end of my story.

I wonder about your Thanksgiving, whether it is a good one or a crazy one?