1. sleep. weird.
2. complain about not having a bed in my own house.
3. listen to my LITTLE sister's boyfriend problems. what's a boyfriend?
4. anatomy sketches. typical. normal. no big deal.
5. eat. duh.
6. watch Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, and Snow White...with Briggs and Ryan.
7. Told my parents my Christmas List: 4 Walls and a bed. Kthanks.
NOW that that's out of the way, let's bring the "Cain Gang" (that's what my mom calls us because she thinks she is clever. way to go Laurie.) into the picture. First off don't worry, my sister's room has even more new stuff in it; she has so many pictures, they can't fit on the walls. Secondly, we got a new grill. Thanks Al, I always wanted one. Can't wait to gril twice a year!!!
Let me paint you a picture of my Thanksgiving day:
1. wake up and watch the MACY'S DAY PARADE. excellent.
2. Al, myself, Briggs, Aubrey, and Ryan venture to Walmart to buy important things like shampoo and coffee filters. We tried to lose Aubrey but it didn't work. The only people in Walmart on Thanksgiving are people who speak different languages...trust me, I know.
3. Showed my dad a half-naked picture of Zac Effron and told him that's what I wanted for Christmas.
4. Went to see my Grandma Beula and got hit on by a 89 year old man. This is progress, I mean you gotta start some where.
5. Return home and complain about being hungry. Then I got the rolls out of the oven because that's all my mom trusts me with.
6. Aubrey and I drank a whole bottle of sparkling grape juice and pretended to be drunk throughout our entire thanksgiving meal and my dad looked worried...probably about the quality of his parenting thus far. I told him not to worry, next year it'll be real wine in my hand. Then Aubrey decided it would be funny to say "GOOD, THEN I CAN USE YOUR ID!" Emily and Aubrey-57. Dad-0.
7. then the whole fam watched A Christmas Carol and Briggs got emotional...a Cain member getting emotional? what?
And there you have it...Thanksgiving 2010.
Anyways, here are some pics of our historical celebration of cowboys and indians. or pilgrims. or tea. whatever.
Smiling 101 with Ryan...fail.
Apparently, how you sleep is hereditary. Thanks, Al.
My really cute brother.
Tilly, you are not a hunting dog. Quit pretending.
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