Many, many years ago when I was at the height of my brattyness (I don't even know if that is a word) my family had a Thanksgiving I would never forget. It was one of those cold, wet Thanksgivings when all you want to do is sit inside, eat turkey and take a nap next to the fire.
However, my parents had other plans for their family that year. I am thinking this was probably Thanksgiving day, circa 1996 (give or take a few years). Kim and Penel were redoing their master bathroom and needed some free, easy labor to dig the foundation for their remodel. And who better than the children they birthed to do it?
And so, for many many hours on Thanksgiving day 1996, the Harris family dug the entire foundation for this extension of our home:
I am 100% sure we complained the whole time. "Want to know what I am NOT thankful for? Having to dig this stupid foundation, that's what" I am also 100% sure my parents instated the "no talk" rule. You know, the one that happens when siblings are fighting so much that if you talk you get grounded? Yea, that one.
And now, every Thanksgiving we talk about "that one Thanksgiving" and we give thanks that we don't have to do it again.
I hope you all had a wonderful and lazy Thanksgiving.
I sure did. And it was wonderful.