Porphyrogene!

Big Company Incorp. decided to cancel mandatory overtime hours for Kyle and *gasp* let everyone go home at 2:00!!! So he was home by 3:00 and we were out the door and chuggin’ away towards New Jersey.

We got there late. Soon after, I fell upon the queen sized air mattress and passed out.         … Because watching someone else drive for seven hours is tiring, man.

Thanksgiving day was fairly uneventful.  Drink coffee. Eat. Drink coffee. Walk around in a daze. Eat. Drink coffee. Play video games. Eat. Reluctantly allow Kyle to take the coffee away from me… but really only because my hands were twitching so much I couldn’t keep a good hold on it.  I suppose no American Thanksgiving (Because there is a Canadian Thanksgiving, did you know?) wouldn’t be complete without 4 extra pounds of food [= food that can NOT - even if you had an equal number of stomachs as that of a cow - be consumed in one sitting] per person that the meal was prepared for.  My personal allotted extra food was measured in Stuffing, some Yams, and these delectable seasoned oyster crackers… I’m pretty sure "seasoning" is a loose term for "crack".

One of the highlights was watching my family casually enjoy a couple of the games on the Wii.  They liked it, it was chill and fun - they were generally cool (as in not hip but rather cooly indifferent) about it.

On our 6 hour drive to Kyle’s family the day after Thanksgiving, we saw Kyle’s Grammy and caught up with her after not having seen her for a year.   No, no. I’m just ignoring that nagging voice that’s telling me the difference between Kyle seeing his Grammy 6+ times a year and not seeing her at all — is me. It’s not me. It’s just that he’s married now… to me. And he’s living in Pittsburgh… with me.  And YES FINE, I’M AN EVIL TEMPTRESS THAT KEEPS HIM IMPRISONED IN PITTSBURGH WITH MY FEMININE WILES.  Wow, felt good to get THAT off my chest.

Kyle’s Family’s Thanksgiving was up at the Cabin so this was our third time there in one month.  This trip was particularly interesting because of the Wii.  My family treated it all "this is fun - but I’ve seen better".  Kyle’s family has hardly ever been exposed to such technologically enhanced fun.  They’re more the "Kick-the-can" types, or "let’s go outside and play soccer", or "Board games are fun!" types.  So you can see why the wii took them by storm.  You can see why it isn’t surprising that Kyle’s Father and Uncle played Wii Golf for little over 2 hours.  You can see why Kyle’s mom and my Sister-in-law had an out and out battle for Tennis champion.  Although, I must admit that the highlight of the evening was, in fact, watching Grandma play wii boxing.  To get the whole picture, she’s probably shorter than 5 feet, and she’s a pacifist.  She held the wiimote and the nunchuk like her life depended on it, and with her torso leaning towards the TV at a 45 degree angle, punching till her arms were fully extended, her fists were 2 inches from the TV screen and we feared that at any moment she would actually take OUT the TV, she kept up a streaming commentary of "PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH, GO DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, ARRR, PUNCH, PUNCH," *insert unintelligible scream of blood lust* "PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH…" etc.   When it was over she reverted to her normal self, being all "Oh, that was nice dearies.  My, my, I think I’m going to go to bed now.  Good night loves!"

The video we now have of it is spectacular.

I’m now all driven out, all Thanksgiving-ed out, and I need a nap.
Yell "GRANDMA LOVES THE WII" if you’re with me.