Thank you, India; Thank you terror; Thank you disillusionment.

Yep, yep, yep, my title is from a song. Name the song and singer. She's one of my faves.

And yep, yep, yep, I'm actually posting about Thanksgiving in January. I'm fun.

We went to my seester's house for Thanksgiving. We're both tired moms, so we cut a few corners. Nat decided to do paper plates:

I was in charge of the punch (And a few other things - don't worry - we split up the meal evenly. I didn't make Nat slave in the kitchen all day long, I promise), so in the spirit of low-keyness, I decided to forego using my mom's pretty punch bowl, using her pretty thermos thingey instead:

And you know what? These shortcuts made for a very laid-back Thanksgiving, indeed.

Pete passed The Mother of All Industrial Hygeinist Tests like a week before Thanksgiving, so to celebrate, he got himself a new TV:

The TV is hooked up to Pete's computer. Now, when he wants to show me all of his random YouTube videos or downloaded episodes of Glee, he can show me on this beautiful big screen, instead of on his computer screen.

Pete also bought Up, and we all watched it together the day after Thanksgiving. And ate yummy leftovers. I love how the kids are all piled up on the couch:

Up is cute, cute, cute. I loved watching it. And I loved our low-key Thanksgiving. Thanks for hosting, Nattles!

Slides, anyone?