a recap.

We had fun in Greenville.

The Count:

Everyone wrote a beautiful poem and Lauren wrote two beautiful poems, which means not EVERYONE wrote a poem.

Also, the bb gun is so 2007, brother now has a machete. He used it to carve the turkey. Just kidding.

I ate my weight in cranberry sauce and decided i should always have it on hand. I could eat it with special K in the morning, on my turkey sandwich for lunch and with my lean cuisine for dinner. Right?

M. had a nasty cold but he was such a trooper, hardly complaining. When he woke up feeling crappy on Thursday morning, all he said, in a very stuffy voice, was: "oh no, I've brought germs into their house." As in, he'd contaminated my germ-a-phobe brother's home. Poor kid.

In adorable downtown Greenville, we found a general store with a candy section that sent me into a tizzy. M. and i filled a bucket with 2lbs of sugar. i was so proud.

Friends of brother and seester came over with their two little kiddies. Their friends were lovely and their children are superstars.