This year, we’re fortunate enough to attend two fabulous Thanksgiving dinners, neither of which we’ve had to cook.  Today we’re up in the fine town of Nashville at Bell’s brothers place (I don’t know if they yet have a fabulous internet nickname).

A fine spread indeed.   We’re at that fine post dinner point where the copious amounts of alcohol (mimosas fot the win!) is mixing with the insane amounts of food ingested, thus testing the endurance of the participants.

Yep, this is stamina time.   Two adults are passed out, most of the little children are down for naps, the baby’s out, MastaG is looking heavy-lidded in the easy chair with his headphones on.

Of course, I could be helping clean up…