Can I bore you with a thousand pictures from the Thanksgiving Parade we went to on Saturday? Yes? You are too kind!!
It was in Plymouth, MA which is home to the Plymouth Pebble and all things Mayflower.
This is part of the huge line I was waiting in for coffee and donuts. Turns out America really does run on Dunkin'.
Phil and our offspring and one of my sister's offspring.
"Step away from the munchkins."
Of course, the boys played America's pastime (that is football, right?) while they waited for the parade to start.
Cousins and BFF's
My goddaughter and my first born:
How New Englandy do we look...geesh:
"Eat my finger."
The Clan showed up!
I wish I could tell you all that transpired between these two, but Cari guilted me into not overindulging the budding romance for fear of embarrassment and retribution one day:
Beautiful Veronica, the most petite baby ever:
And the parade finally starts...only 2 hours late...
Santa! Santa! I know him! (quote that movie)
There's nothing like a picnic lunch in Novemburrrrrr:
Two minutes into the drive home. Boom.
And if you don't hear from me before Turkey Day - HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!