Slam Dunk for the Globetrotters!
I would like to thank our well-traveled cousins, the Globetrotters, for the worst best Thanksgiving ever. That might sound oxymoronic, but to those of you who are blogging addicts, it will make perfect sense. Our hosts pretty much offered THE superlative Thanksgiving experience. Great for our family. Very mundane blogging material.
You know you are addicted to blogging when you start yearning for holidays past with the dysfunctional families of ex-boyfriends who, after they downed their jello molds and Bud Lights, came to blows with anyone who asked you to pass the ketchup for the deviled eggs. Yep, good times.
The Globetrotters live in Houston, so Wonderbutt and Mrs. P.I.B. missed out on the grand feast – partly the reason that our days were less eventful than usual. Although the Globetrotters have two adorable canines of their own, their dynamic doggie duo have much better manners than our irascible beasts.
Mrs. Globetrotter cooked everything, saving us all from the food poisoning that would have resulted from my culinary contributions and from a kitchen stacked high with pots and covered with flour that would have resulted from a meal prepared by Cap’n Firepants.
The food was delicious, and the exact perfect amount. There weren’t ten thousand cakes and pies and salads of every sort filling up every available surface and hollering at you that you will suffer the eternal vengeance of any relative whose food you did not sample and declare the best darn dish of cream cheese plus whatever.
So, I want to thank you, Globetrotters, for giving us our picture-perfect Thanksgiving. I wouldn’t wish any disasters on you because you’ve been through enough, but we may have to host next time so we can have a teeny tiny kitchen fire or Wonderbutt can snatch the turkey off the table and try to drag it out the dog door to his pen to add some extra seasoning.