We got this light fixture on our vacation in June, but we just now managed to get it put up. This makes me sad in a way, as it means we could’ve had its warm and well-focused light and its stylish goodness in our house that whole time, but no. It took us each having a four-day weekend to finally get that stupid thing put up. At any rate, we got it done. Now compare to the look of our old one, which hung above our superb Thanksgiving feast:

The dinner was delicious, by the way; we fried our turkey, and made sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, salad and gooey butter cake. My brother’s wonderful girlfriend brought broccoli cheese casserole and homemade bread, and I’m now begging my brother - ON THE INTERNET - to put a ring on that girl’s finger just so we can continue to partake of the delicious food that she creates. Mom made amazing pies and stuffing and gravy, and we were joined by some good friends who showed us how to carve our turkey. Because we didn’t realize until we took the thing out of the fryer that we had no clue - NOT IDEA NUMBER ONE - how to cut that bird up.

Brian and I spent the rest of the weekend noshing on leftovers, playing Super Mario Galaxy - oh, a review is coming, trust - and getting some things done around the house. Like the light fixture. Also, we got Sam moved into the house again, so he no longer has to live in the backyard at all. And we put up the Christmas tree, with its Peeps lights:

I’m going to miss all this time getting to mack around the house with my husband, but next week is a short week, too, and Brian and I are off to North Carolina. So all you Demon Deacons, get your asses ready, because I’m bringing the fun back to the Dash.