So we were supposed to bring pickles and olives to Thanksgiving with Hans’ family. Not hard, right? Wrong! We went to get them on Thanksgiving and guess what? There is NOTHING open except for gas stations on Thanksgiving. And none of the gas stations had pickles and olives in their “grocery” isle. We didn’t even have to cook anything and we still failed.
The best part is that I went to Holiday the day after Thanksgiving to get some chocolate milk for my lunch and there on the shelf was a jar of pickles sitting next to a jar of olives… mocking me.
Thanksgiving was still fun. And despite the recent passing of Hans’ grandma, it wasn’t a sad time. Of course, you can’t be sad when Hallie and Maggie are eating candy and telling everyone that their hair is messy so that they can comb it.
