Thanksgiving and Such

The last week has been a blur encompassed in a haze. It could be that I've eaten more turkey this year than the last 5 years combined thanks to Tim and his Yearly Opus.  (I'm convinced that the secret ingredient to everything that man makes on Thanksgiving is crack.) That plus my brothers and parents came from their respective corners of Wyoming for some good 'ole Portlandia fun.

Cliffnotes and Outtakes:

If you ever come to the fair city of Portland, you'll be required to go to Voodoo Doughnut at least once. Even if you don't particularly like doughnuts, you will be dragged there, I guarantee it. Think of it as a rite of passage.

There was a game of glow-in-the-dark golf in which my father made a hole in one that put Tiger Woods to shame. I wish I had more photos of the event. There was also a game of Life that seemed to baffle everyone. Oh, the irony.

Then there was the crack-laden feast (I'm on to you, Tim) and much needed naps:

My cup overfloweth with love and laughter...and I am grateful.