Deliciously Authentic Thanksgiving With The In-Laws

My first Thanksgiving as a married person consisted of:

a slightly hungover crawling out of bed earlier than I would get up for work,

 [evidence of the night before.]

crawling into the shower, then into the car,
driving two and a half hours [Egg McMuffin in hand] to Tallahassee,
eating a deliciously authentic southern Thanksgiving dinner [courtesy of the Mother-In-Law] with my newly acquired family,

[mom hug.]

watching the baby cousins roll around the yard, soccer balls and footballs carelessly careening dangerously close to noses,

[matt, justin, and jarrett]

 

[brothers.]

[husband, wife, and pop's camellia bushes.]

[kyle, kyson, and baron's blue van.]

 

[kyle & kyson, matt & zachary]

 

[jennifer, baron, darryl's hog, and the kindle.]

 

[kyson]

 

 [justin and zachary]

coming in from the cold to talk the intricacies of existence, the bravery of soldiers from WWII, the manufacturing of Twinkies, and the infallibility of the car repair industry,
hugs and kisses goodbye after a mere 6 hours of visitations,
two and half more hours on the now pitch black interstate, the consumption of two large NOS's [the bobo Red Bull], an ill-conceived dinner of Snyder's Hot Buffalo Wings Pretzel Pieces,

an emergency visit to Walmart for shoe inserts,
and cleaning up the upchucking of an overstuffed puppy [likely from eating the cat food all day while we were away].

All in all, a great success.