
For Thanksgiving i went to my friend Lynn's house.
She and i met in Brownies when i was 7 and she was 8.
Needless to say, we know each other well.
I love  a lot of things about going to her house. Not only do i get to visit a life completely foreign to my own (
married, big house, 2 kids, 2 dogs), but i love that her home is a perfect mixture of well put-together elegance and stuff her kids made. Like these door decorations, hand drawn (
and apparently startled) turkeys share equal billing with a lovely metal piece that i'm sure cost more than my furniture.
You know those friends you have that don't treat you like a guest? The ones where you just get your own drink? I love those friends. Lynn and her husband Shawn are definitely friends like that. Soon after i arrived i went to the fridge to get a drink -

 and found shelves of pies. 
Love it!
Lynn made a whole turkey and an extra breast. She uses the baking bags and man, oh, man did those birds turn a gorgeous golden brown
 Do ya like how her outfit coordinates with dinner?
 Do ya like how her outfit coordinates with dinner?
And how about those kitchen pitch forks she's using to transfer the bird? I have absolutely NO use for them whatsoever, but i love them so much that i want a pair.
Know what else i love?
Someone else carving the turkeys; i do it at Christmas and i do not love it. Shawn does not kid around about really cleaning the meat from the bones.
He decimated these.

And the thing i love most of all about spending Thanksgiving with one of my oldest friends

 is that it felt like i was with family even when my own family is so far away from me.
 
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I'm glad you had a nice Thanksgiving.
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