Thanksgiving

Our pal, Gail, came through for us this Thanksgiving. If not for her, my husband and I would have found ourselves knocking around our big house, eating...I don't know..maybe a baked chicken this holiday.

Gail has a beautiful house on Lake LBJ, outside of Austin. She invited us up and cooked a big, traditional Thanksgiving meal. And since it was just the three of us, we were rebels and only made what we really liked.

Gail didn't want to be in the picture, so Greg jumped in so that everyone would think he cooked. (oops, I just blew his cover):

Now he's pretending to be getting us drinks:

We were planning to get out on the lake at some point, but the weather turned cold! It was in the 40's.

An added bonus of being at Gail's are her delightful dogs. Our house has been pet-free for about six months and I hate it. I may have spent more time with her two dogs than I did with the humans in the house, but I couldn't resist them.

This area of Texas is so beautiful, that we're putting it on our list of possible places to retire. And living near Gail would guarantee us a decent meal from time to time!