Happy Pukesgiving

Catchy title, huh?

The Buster woke up about 3:30 this morning with the same sort of mystery pukes that struck Yessa last Sunday. Bit of a long incubation period, so I’m still inclined to think it is food choices, but regardless, he’s miserable.

When Buds came in to ask him how he was this morning he responded, “Fine, but a little more skeletal.”

We’ll have a quiet day at home, and be thankful that we had Todd and Gina and Crew earlier this week. I’m sad we’re missing out on our first Thanksgiving Dinner at the new church, and we had plans to have our first Nashville buddies over for a bonfire and s’mores afterward, but we’ll do these things another day.

Happy Thanksgiving, and thanks for being part of our lives.