Thanksgiving has been settled; Dave and I will go to the mountain, and the ILs will sit around staring blankly at the tv, wondering if the babies haave figured out how to tell time yet, and thusly will not cry until it is time to eat. Grrr.

ANYWAY! On a lighter note, some pictures!

Here is my mother and my husband, sharing Dave’s zombie costume.  And my inlaws think ALL families are weird.

And, it’s official.  We have become Those People.  The kind that commission portraits of their pets. I know. I’m sorry.  Just wait til we have kids.

Actually, I had noticed these paintings at the vet when the cat was on death’s door the week we moved.  I remembered the name, and two months later I was at our local Challenger Learning Center for a tour and mini-mission, and our leader shared the name of the pet artist I had admired.  I asked her, and it was her, so we went back and forth for a while, during which time I found out she had a kid at my school, that I was with for those 3 days I was an actual student teacher, before I got my job.

THEN, she was my sub on Monday, and saw the picture that this painting is based on at my desk. (My kids love FatKitty — really, who doesn’t? — and I have a framed 5×7 of her fatness in my room for them to gaze upon, and show their parents.  On Tuesday, she brought in the finished portrait, which was an anniversary gift for us.

I took the picture at an angle, because the glass is not nonglare, but it’s 11×14 and hangs in our dining room, and everyone who’s seen it, loves it.  It’s very cool.

Also, I’ve become an accidental hockey fan.  As an alumna of a Div1 championship hockey university, you think it would have happened earlier, but no.  That first game with Jess was a blast, and then Dave came into tickets this week, so my mom and dad came down so that I could take my dad to his first ever Maine game, which he LOVED.  So I spent my prep period on the phone this morning, buying tickets for all four of us to go to the December 4th game.  Hockey is pure and simple.  There is fighting!  AND ice skating! It is the perfect sport. There aren’t a million rules to know, or a half-dozen ways to score. It is straight up sport, and I love watching it live. Who knew?