I hosted Thanksgiving at our house this year.
It was one of the first times ever.
I knew I was in trouble when it took me all of 45 seconds to sit down and plan the menu.
And then yesterday morning, I realized that I don’t own salt and pepper shakers.
And I have one wine glass.
And we were all unsure if any of the four knives I have here would actually cut the turkey.
It was determined that I was, in fact, the worst host ever.
We did, however, make a fun day of it.
And I thought it all tasted great—didn’t look awesome, but no one seemed to care.
And it was laid back and relaxing and I was thankful.
I did request a family picture.
And this is as far as I got before I surrendered…
Christmas card material for sure.
I have to pick my battles.
Nana and Papa did buy everyone Duck sweatshirts.
So they got a bit more cooperation….