This week, though, seeing all those fabulous faces is a little melancholy because I will see none of my immediate family peeps on Thanksgiving.
I don't love holidays as much as I used to, and I will be with Mistah's family peeps on the Big Day, and we're lucky enought to be a part of an incredible New London family of love, but still. I will miss the peeps of my blood on Thanksgiving. My original peeps. Like these two. My oldest niece and youngest niece. And their favorite Uncle Schleckah.
And these guys? My Asheville peeps? Oh, I'll miss them so. (Happy Birthday, Erin!)
My youngest Chicago nephew? Dearly.
Hmm, yeah, maybe I won't miss these guys that much. Except for the yogi in the middle. But I'll see him anyway.
Kidding! Doug and the two Marks and the two Bills? How will I live without them on Thursday?
You'd think I'd at least see the locals that day, but no.
Oh, I'll miss this assbag . . .
. . . and I'll miss the cutest coffee thieves in the world.
I'll miss my brother-in-law Doug, especially since I thought I'd be celebrating with him on Thursday. And Dad, who *is* celebrating with him. And Jacquie, of course. But Erica? And her pal? Hmmm. I don't know. Actually, I don't think I will miss them. And I mean that in the nicest possible way.
My niece Corey-girl? Oh yes.
These hoodlums? Naturally.
Aunt Ann? Will I ever.
Jacqueline and Julie-Girl? Are you kidding?
Okay, I don't even want to talk about these two.
And Jane and Dad? Jane and Dad will be together on Thanksgiving. They'll probably be hugging all the day long. Just to get my goat.
I'll miss you guys, my eight darlin' nieces and nephews.
And I'll really miss you guys, the original eight.
But hey. We'll always have Pocmont.