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….


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