G.A.S. and G.U.G. hosted Thanksgiving dinner again this year. One of our traditions is to sing to all the late-November Birthdays. Cousin Ryan helped his Uncle Brad blow out the candle. (Another tradition is family Jeopardy which ended this year in a disputed tie. The Pechter/Ellis' had a guaranteed win if they bet nothing in Final Jeopardy but Daddy goaded Brad into betting it all. Noone got it right so we were left with zero. Except for the Farbers, that is, who scored -300.)
I met my cousin Maddie for the first time. She's a cutie patootie. Believe it or not, she's never had her hair cut -- her bangs just grow perfectly to the brow.
Maddie and I wasted no time sharing some QT and gossiping about our crazy families.
Cousin Brad showed me what it's like to be in his airplane when he's flying. Someone pass the barf bag!
Clearly Maddie is not as exciting a passenger as yours truly. (I was gonna go with the caption, "Just flew in from Vegas and boy are my arms tired" but that was too easy.)
Cousin Sara, as always, was very attentive. Hmm, where have I seen that outfit before? Note to Cousins Rob and Lisa... nothing gets by the Goldman fashion police!
Cousin Ryan continued to edumacate me, this time showing me how to work the remote. Unfortunately, it's for the TV, not the James Brown figurine.
Uncle Josh, or Joshie as I call him, got so excited to see me, he peed his pants.
Cousin Rob has lost so much weight, he's borrowing my clothes now.
Soon-to-be-Aunt Sara danced with me to that Apple Bottom Jeans song that cousin Brad kept playing.
After listening to that song for the 10th time, we all started to go a little crazy.
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