What does one do, when they are 2000 miles away from their family on Thanksgiving?
They grab their 2 buddies, cook enough food for about 20 large hungry men, play games, drink dranks, laugh & cry, and revive their wounded
chicken rooster near death. What? Yea. I will get to that.
Here is the full re-cap of this glorious day. The day that one of us cheated death.
First... I started off with skyping with my mom while we did our last minute food prep (tradition). Followed by mimosas and lox & bagels, with my hunny while watching the parade. Yes. I know. I am a really lucky girl.
Then, our friends Kendall and Sara came over for an all day festivus. We started off with an appetizer spread that looked like it was meant for a party of 20. For example, I made the same amount of deviled eggs for the 4 of us, as I made for our Halloween Party last month. Furthermore, they were all eaten.
All of them.
So we played games, kept eating, watched parenthood, kept eating, had some good conversation, kept eating, ate dinner, kept eating, and played cards, and then had dessert.
Seriously. It was the best.
Oh... You're wondering about the two wounded chickens? I am getting to that.
While we were being awesome (as shown above), we put Macey out in the back yard. Once the chickens go to sleep, she has full reign of that territory. The chickens NEVER stay out past sun down. They have this insane mother nature internal clock that sends them to bed RIGHT as the day ends.
However, apparently, one of the sides of our chicken coop pen was compromised yesterday. And the two of those little rascals got out into the backyard but couldn't get back into their pen.
So Macey went out to play. And those chickens stood no chance.
Luckily, Dolly Parton ran into the shed and perched herself like a smart bird. Macey was scared of the dark shed (she's a little tender footed) so she left Dolly Parton and went after Willie Nelson.
Side Note: Oh, you haven't heard? This past Tuesday we found out that Willie Nelson was in fact a rooster rather than a chicken. Serves us right for naming a "female" chicken after a male singer/songwriter legend. He started crowing at 5am on the 20th and hasn't stopped. Meanwhile he has been fertilizing all our eggs which is very frustrating.
So... Needless to say, Sara and I went out back to check on the boys who were hanging out... and found a ver solemn scene. Burley told us to go inside because he thought Willie Nelson was dead (very subtle move on his part). So we did. 10 minutes later word came in that Willie was not in fact dead, but wounded. Burley put him up in the shed, made a bed for him and let him rest.
I went out later to check on the little guy and he was very sad and very wounded.
Luckily, this morning he is still alive and seems to be doing better (thanks for the concern).
I bent down to pet him and tell him that it was going to be OK, but that this served him right for being a boy. He should have known better.
And that, my friends, was our Richardson Thanksgiving extravaganza festivus 2K12. It was a blast and I couldn't have asked to spend it in better company.
I already have my She & Him Christmas record spinning, and the Christmas decorations are coming out today.
Let the holiday festivities continue!!!
PS - See that art behind the table? You. You can make it too! Read up on the amazing Cricut giveaway going on here at Thriftary this week!