WHAT JUST HAPPENED?

Not long after I finished baking the pies

 …a crowd began to gather.

 By the time the turkey was ready; all twenty-two of us had assembled.

 We were breaking in a new bird-carver 

and he wasn’t working with the sharpest knife in the drawer.

Food from every direction appeared and the table was set.

 A dinner like this is a good time to be taught the difference

 between cave-man and party manners.

 Those whipped Idaho Russet Potatoes go down real smoooooth.

 Ooooo!  They were right about turkey making you drowzzzzzzzzeee.

 We were celebrating more than mass quantities of food.  There were one...

 Two…

Three… BIRTHDAYS!

 Two elevens and a ten.  No spitting.

 Contests followed, like this impromptu game of balloon volleyball.

 The mathematically-minded love rummy-cube.

There was also an extreme game of Pictionary 

for the many artistically inclined in the family.  

No photos are available, but I’ll tell you there was intense competition

 and the field was leveled by adding the challenge 
of drawing with eyes closed or left handed. 

I was beat out by some granddaughters with amazing skills.

 When a gathering is held in snow weather a lot of winter clothing tends to stack up.

 We ate all the pie…

 …the turkey was gone.  And then after three days of partying 

all the guests were gone.

The dolly who spends most of her days 

sleeping in her little bed upstairs wanted to know…

 WHAT JUST HAPPENED??