What would Thanksgiving be with out a round of mancala and Michael being silly?
My girl...oh, yeah, i had to make her famous mac and cheese too...okay, i only had to sprinkle on the bread crumbs and put it in the oven, but it made for one more trip up and down two flights of stairs. all good, happy to help...and the extra trip burned more calories for more turkey!
All that yummy goodness!

Three Bost Guys!
My little man!
Laurie and i and all of our kids...i have a feeling it will not be long before they are all taller than she and i!
After lunch Laurie and I headed North on 95 to visit my friend Tre in DC. Surprisingly there was no traffic! However, i think i talked to half my family on the way up just to keep myself from going into a turkey coma!
Tre told us to bring something nice to wear and he would take us out on the town...I don't know what prompted this, but it's pretty funny!
We were going to go to the W after dinner, but it was pouring down rain, and we didn't feel like getting in and out of the car again. Then we were going to go to karaoke somewhere in Clarendon, but it was closed, so, we came home and watched Pineapple Express, well, they watched it...i finally got my Thanksgiving siesta...that lasted till morning.
So, Laurie left on Friday afternoon, and Tre and I took his boat out, and then docked at the National Harbor. Watched the very exciting Iron Bowl at the Gaylord's sports bar...then headed to see ICE!
It's like that poem about the grecian urn that i read in high school.
The best feeling in the world as a child; running down the stairs on Christmas morning, only, i grew up in a one-story house...oh well, you get it.















































