We had a good Thanksgiving Day. We went over to my mother-in-law’s house around 11:30. My favorite part is the snacks we have beforehand since usually by then I am pretty hungry after having had the goal to pace myself. The table was set up beautifully and the food was good too. I don’t think my stomach is as big as it used to be, as in I can’t seem to eat as much, seconds and thirds of rolls and potatoes like I used to.

The cousins played ping-pong downstairs. The adults joined too for a short time before the men went back upstairs to watch the Packers game. My brother-in-law is from Wisconsin and so naturally is a very big packers fan. He washed the pots and pans after the meal and loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. The millennial generation of men, that I have seen at least, are much more involved in that kind of holiday kitchen work.

Josh washed the dishes after the later meal with my family. We had a small disagreement because I wanted to wash and not have to put away. I wanted something more mindless. But he said he didn’t want to have to put away either and that washing dishes wasn’t mindless. Yes, it was, I said, but we know how that goes, and I let him have his preferred place. Putting away is harder because you have to know their spots.

*(My brother ended up coming in and being the put away person)