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What the Heck did You Mean by That??

This is a follow up to this post, Thanksgiving Table Setting.  I just re-read it and I didn't like how it ended.  Blog tip #1:  read your post before you post! 

I was worried that maybe a reader might think the reason that particular Thanksgiving dinner was the last one at our house was because of the babies crying.  NO WAY, NO HOW!  We so love all the babies in the family and nothing could ever keep us away from them, especially not a little crying.  Our hearts were really breaking for them and for their parents and for Great Grandma. 

It's one of those things you look back on and laugh at and are thankful for.  Its one of those memories we will share every Thanksgiving just like we relive the time his Daddy screamed bloody murder from under the dinner table when he was a kid because he didn't get the turkey leg.  That is hilarious now, but not so much, back then. 

Thank goodness Baby Boy decided he could handle the Artichoke shade of paint...either that or his Great Grandma quit pinching him...we had a few more gatherings there after that day and we are looking forward to many more at the Studio when we move back. 

I feel better now. 

Oyester Lake--Night Fishin'

Thanksgiving Table Setting