I'm still at work, but I hated to mess up my streak for the month by failing to post on the last day, so I took a picture of this picture I have in my office of Rob & the kids. This was taken in my grandparents' front yard Thanksgiving of 1998. Carey was 10 and Logan was 7.
The thing I remember most about this Thanksgiving is that Rob fried the turkey but my grandmother refused to eat any of it because she was convinced that there was no way the turkey was cooked after only 45 minutes in the fryer. Fortunately, my mother had the foresight to bake a small turkey breast in the oven, so MaMaw had turkey too.
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