Giving Thanks.

Yesterday was precious. I woke up and immediately set in on my potato masterpiece. I should've had my coffee masterpiece first because I put the peels in the pot and the chopped potato in the garbage for quite a few minutes. The Prince was enlisted to help by entertaining Noe and Popops on Skype and The Princess was enlisted to help make sure every single chopped piece fit perfectly in the pot. A difficult job.

The Kiddos ran around excited for the party they were going to get to enjoy. The Hubby made breakfast and The Munchkins chicken was cooked. We packed up four bags of food (what you get for special diets and a big buttery get-together), we listened to the new Daughtry album and enjoyed the empty, palm tree scattered highway.

As we pulled onto Flower St. in Costa Mesa we rolled the windows down. The street was lined with trees losing their leaves and it smelled like Ontario, it even looked like Ontario.

We carried our four bags (and borrowed crock pot) into the beautiful home. The kitchen was packed with chefs working their brilliance. The Minions made themselves more than comfortable and we spent the rest of the day and evening eating, talking, eating, laughing, eating, drinking, eating.

It was lovely. A very perfect Thanksgiving. And this year, we have a whole lot to be extra Thankful for. First of which was being invited to the best dinner imaginable. And the single guys at the dinner who thought it was a riot to entertain four young children. It was awesome.