So on thanksgiving i was "dumped" by the midwestern boy via voicemail. and by boy i mean he was 35 and does his business via voicemail. for about 30 minutes i wanted to cry, then i realized my ego was more bruised than my feelings. thank goodness thanksgiving rocked the house, soon i forgot all about stupid boys who are lame.
below is a pictorial journey of my day:

Aww Sisters

Aww Friends

Aww Emily and Eamon

The Chefs

The Spread

Everyone digging in

I kinda want Thanksgiving all over again now

Me and Carolyn

20 bottles of wine and 2 turkeys later...
Seriously I highly recommend thanksgiving in NYC with your friends, its fantastic fun.
ha! right after posting my journal i looked at yours.
Hodown, I laughed out loud SO hard at your remark about the flying squirrels. I think I guffawed.
Awesome.
No those are flying squirrels. We have sugargliders - much cuter not half as scary.
thats not a fruitglider!?
is it?