Happy Yanksgiving

The custard song...the stable boy song, war poetry, mud and poo in my eye, crying on Caleb Atkins' shoulder because his was the only one available when I broke down because I missed home, weird vanilla ice cream, Happy Thanksgiving yanks turned into "happy Yanksgiving".
This year, lots and lots of family, and lots and lots of food. The salad went over well. My boyfriend's family came over for dessert, which made me really happy, because they're quite fun. Last year-- I loved and miss terribly. This year--fun and wonderful in a completely different way.