Gilmore Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving prep was underway early on Wednesday morning. Greg took the kids to a hockey clinic and Lauren put her time in at work and I started chopping...I prepped the pan and found Mr. Tom did not defrost in the garage refrigerator like he was supposed to...bad Tom. Very bad Tom. Later that day, I headed off to get my haircut and Lauren picked up where I left off. It is good to have elves.

We watched our annual Gilmore Thanksgiving episode...but never got around to Charlie Brown's Thanksgiving...one of the elves insisted it must be watched ON Thanksgiving. I am still and always will be a night before Thanksgiving advocate.

Thanksgiving prep went into overdrive during the Macy's Parade. I hate to say it, the parade was just background noise and I completely missed Santa Claus. Lauren is missing her Anthropologie Apron even more than I miss watching Peanuts and seeing Santa Claus. (I will have to watch Miracle on 34th Street to make up for this catastrophe but only if I can find it in Black and White. I detest colorized versions of anything.)

Our guests from Canada arrived and we commenced eating. One guest defected from Socialist Hungary to Canada and has her PhD in evolutionary genetics. I am not sure what she made of saying grace and my verse on the wall of Psalm 100:3. However, she and her son met up with us at the hockey game last night, so I guess she wasn't too offended.

The girls went to a 2:01 a.m. Gilmore Girl Party, complete with junk food for the launch of new episodes that were released on Netflix...at 2:01 a.m. Crazy girls...but I LOVE them.

The elves returned yesterday and decorated the house for Christmas...even without sleep. But, I don't think elves sleep until after Christmas anyway. My house looks fabulous. The elves even stored the Thanksgiving and unused Christmas decorations. And the elves even cleaned up the glitter. Amazing elves.