The turkey was eaten, the oyster dressing relished (by Atticus, anyway ... urgh), the bonfire blazed.
Atticus rediscovered cigars and gave them up again (all in the same night), the Black Friday deals were had, the children slept in, the Super Sister-in-Law did all the driving (thanks, Super Sister-in-Law!)
I ate three kinds of pie, read Suzanne Collins' Catching Fire, did oodles of laundry, decked out the house for Advent (in true No-Panic fashion), told Ramona -- roughly seventeen times -- that the chocolate Advent calendar starts on December 1st.
We played Scattergories, and I laughed out loud at Ramona's answer to Things You Save Up to Buy That Start with the Letter F: "Faux Fur Lined Coats." (And, yes, she spelled faux correctly.) I laughed again when Betsy's "H" answer to Kitchen Utensils was, "Hey! Who took my spatula?!" and yet again at Anne-with-an-e's response to Things (that begin with F) That You Keep Hidden: "Feral Squirrels."
And we went to Mass and thanked God for Him, and our family, Sabbath rest and work to get up for on Monday.
How was your Thanksgiving?