Thanksgiving to all and to all a good night

This crybaby dog enjoyed zero peace and much separation anxiety.

This little clown lost not one but two count 'em two front teeth.

And these lifelong friends were finally reunited.

2007 was the last time I spent Thanksgiving at home. We all celebrated my grandpa's 100th birthday on Sunday and then on Thanksgiving morning my aunt called from Sheboygan to say he had died at the nursing home that morning. Just nodded off in his wheelchair at the breakfast table. So all things considered 2013 was a real step up.