Turkey Time

Marc and I shared our first Thanksgiving together yesterday. It was so nice. We spent the morning sleeping, and rolled out of bed a quarter past noon. Marc got to cooking and I went to work to suffer the relentless musical stylings of Hillary Duff and Taylor Swift as they took on covers of "Last Christmas" and "Feliz Navidad". I returned home around six to the smells of turkey and stuffing. The apartment was so clean and cozy. Marc had a roaring fire going, and some of our new table decor set up for dinner. We had cocktails and talked about how thanful we are for each other and for the countless blessings in our lives. Then we ate and ate and ate and ate. Yoko and Otto even got some Turkey. It was a wonderful first Thanksgiving.