the pies, the pies

We are home, stuffed and sloth like. Ah sweet, sweet sleep i hear you calling.

First happy thanksgiving. I am thankful for family and other people cooking. Oh yes, and of course, the life we enjoy.

Anyway, the whole trip revolved around the pies. Starting early this morning as we loaded into the van; "the pies, the pies... don't forget the pies!" We slid the pies in between the driver and passenger seat and every time Shane turned a corner to fast or stopped too abruptly "the pies, the pies!"

As we loaded onto the ferry we decided that Shane would stay in the car so that Lucy the grand mooch hound of dogs couldn't get her mugs on it. Last week she ate six croissants while i was in the car with her. As i was getting out of the car with the kids she eagerly jumped into the front and sank her paw deep into the pumpkin pie - "Oh my god! The pies, the pies!" The damage was definite, but not total destruction. That pie could still be eaten.

We arrived safely at grandma and grandpa's and managed to get the pies inside - "don't forget the pies!" - and onto the counter in preparation for the turkey feast. The day was spent lounging, napping, eating, and a little bit of playing in the rain - ah Fall on the west coast.

After dinner the kids surprised me with an early birthday cake and some cards and an apron they made for me!

Nice.

Then home again, home again. We loaded up the kids, some leftover turkey and yes, 1/2 a berry pie and 1/2 a handmade by my children chocolate cake. At the ferry we placed "the pie, the cake!" on the windshield and wandered along the docks as we waited for the ferry. Lucy ate "the pie

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The computer is very broken. There is the threat of the loss of my entire iphoto librabry. I will not even think about that. I have 119 very nice photos and my ibook crashes every time i try to upload them, even one measly photo onto this blog. Fucker.