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We spend Thanksgiving at the original 'Casa de Odom'. I'm not sure who had more fun: Nat and I, or Boris.

Nat and I gorged ourselves on buckets of turkey, pumpkin pie, pecan pie, broccoli casserole, gravy, dinner rolls, stuffing, candy, more turkey, crackers, cheese, BBQ ribs, pancakes, bacon, Rootbeer freezes, chocolate sheet cake, more pecan pie, and whip cream.

We also spent well-earned time doing NOTHING. And by nothing, I mean NOTHING. Just a lot of laying around, watching TV, playing board games, walking on the beach, etc. (Although Nat left my lazy butt on the couch everyday while she went out for a long run). In my defense, I managed to get my atrophied legs into a single pick-up game of hoop, where suprisingly, I made a handful of beautiful, high arching, jump shots and an Allen-Iversonesque floating lay-up. My machismo was short-lived once Jordan realized that he had the hoop set at 9 and 1/2 ft, rather than 10 ft. Had it been set properly, I would have maintained my streak of air balls and further perpetuated my 'has-been' status. The consequences of my impromptu atheleticism were paid in the following days of aching sore muscles and creaking joints. Dad, at 60, still beat us in H-O-R-S-E. My humiliation is complete.

Boris gorged himself on Darla's dogfood, and then spent the remainder of his time in full contact rough-housing with Jared, Ember, Brooke, Cole, Rye, Tarin, Cristina, and Anthony. When it finally came time to leave, Boris gave us one a winsome look as if to say, "but here it's non-stop fun all day every day..."

The drive home was terrible. I picked up a cold along the way, and our normal 8 hour trip was closer to 10.5 hours due to massive droves of idiot drivers who insist on kissing bumpers. Thankfully, I had a bag of Wasabi covered peas to keep me awake, so we made it home safe and sound.