We Didn't Start the Friendly Fire...

But we did enjoy the turkey. Tastes Delicious. We all gathered at Kyle and Michael's for our Thanksgiving feast. Everyone had slaved over their stoves to make scrumptious dishes for each of us to consume. Though it broke her heart, Zanna even brought the 99 cent jellied cranberry sauce. It was a good thing that Michael thought ahead since Darius failed to show with the cornbread stuffing. Michael struggled in a crazy kitchen trying to get all the last minute preperation together. This included dealing with three pans of mashed potatoes from the Spuds Shepherd, Mary Grace. Josh did the great honor of carving the turkey, after all he was the only straight man in attendance.

When we finally sat down we all ate ourselves into a food coma. Everyone was such wonderful cooks that it was hard to say no to a second helping. Thanksgiving is not a sprint, it is not for the weak. It is a marathon only for the strong minded. (at this point our guest blogger, Mike was playing with an adorable beagle puppy far far away). Some of the players in our Thanksgiving adventure could not continue without a little break (this is where the strong minded thing comes into play). They crashed out on the couch. And this is a candid photo!!

After a quick break, where we all called our families, we dived into the desserts. And then the games began. For any of you out there who know our beloved Randall...beware. He does not fool around when it comes to games. Extremely cutthroat. No messing around - You have been warned. And so a game of Catchphraze ensued. Denise could smell the stupid, it was all around. First the rules, that alone took an hour to explain. And then the contraption - "Which button do I push?" And then the things that were said, "It comes from a black cow," "Little drops of poop," and of course the title of today's blog sung eloquently by Kyle "We didn't start the fire" as the clue for FRIENDLY FIRE. All good fun. Unfortunately "Ugly Betty" came on in the middle of programming and the bloggers had to flee or learn the end without knowing the beginning. Besides most of the evening was over, Randall was peacefully sleeping like papa does after a giant turkey dinner...

I am sure that if Randall were awake he would say what the plant says: