Here's to driving home in the rain with one headlight out!

My mom called from overseas earlier (in time to tell me what oven temperature to use for sauerkraut and kielbasa, good considering I had forgotten and was lamenting that I couldn't call her and ask not a few moments before). She and Phill have been running around quite a bit, meeting up with family and friends before their Thanksgiving dinner made by Phill's very Welsh mother. Josh and I sent over cards and hoped that would be enough to convey the holiday properly. Somehow, I don't think even Hallmark could properly capture the turkey coma, pie nibbling, and potentially-awkward-moment combination that is Thanksgiving.