The Oaken Bucket Game...and More

Last week was busy, but there's rarely a non-eventful five day stretch at our house. We test drove cars on Wednesday night since my lease is ending soon. We were just about to hop into a Highlander when Brent realized that it was getting late and we needed to get to Costco before they closed. Our car guy, John, was not interested in us leaving, so I said, "John, unless you're willing to go to Costco with us, we've gotta go." So drive to Costco is exactly what we did. I hurried in and sprinted back to the dinner rolls so Brent wasn't trapped inside a small space with a car salesman for too long. I came running out with bags filled with 72 dinner rolls for our Thanksgiving feast at work and hopped back into the Highlander for the return trip to the dealership. Hilarious.

Our Thanksgiving feast at work was amazing. I don't throw that word around a lot (I think it's over-used), but this truly was amazing. We had several eight-foot tables filled with dish after dish. There were about six different dressings to choose from, five macaroni and cheeses, eight variations of green bean casserole, etc. It was a great time to share with our coworkers and be thankful for all we've been given.

On Saturday we tailgated at Purdue but didn't end up going into the game to see the massacre. It was freezing! After the game Laura, Chris, Brent and I went to Scotty's back in Indy and then watched Entourage in Chris's sweet apartment in Carmel. We had a great Saturday!

Laura joined us for the best tailgate we've had to date. I'm glad we didn't disappoint since she woke up at 5 to get down to West Lafayette!

DFAS employees love Purdue.

Laura and I befriended some strange men with a fire and single-handly prevented us all from freezing to death. They kept inviting us into their "Office", which was a large white van with no windows. I like to refer to these as Kidnapper Vans, and not something I want to experience. No thanks, the fire is all we're interested in. And the champagne toast...yeah, we'll drink to that to. But we want no part of the van!

I must get off here and keep cleaning and preparing for Thanksgiving dinner. Brent and I are hosting this year and I can't wait! Big Lou's doing the turkey. She thinks she's just "helping" me with the turkey, but I think I'm the one helping her with it. I'm only 25 - a mere child - for crying out loud!

Happy Thanksgiving, Bloggers! I hope you all share the holiday with loved ones, and if you can't, come to our house!