Blessed

My Sweet Pea, knowing my obsession with sculpted butter animals brought me a turkey for Thanksgiving dinner. And her fiance was there when she bought it. And he is still going to marry into the family. How cool is that?

Bob inspects the work of art I have created out of a raw turkey. Funny, it's perfect cause just 4 hours earlier I had burned the cinnamon rolls.

The poor snowman... we found him in this state of drunkeness. We weren't in Chester, Pa. so we were pretty sure he wasn't shot to death. Too much eggnog already?

And finally, desert beauty in Sedona, Az. the day after Thanksgiving.