The Turkey Bowl.

Yesterday afternoon we went out to some friends' house in the country for the annual Turkey Bowl. And when I say the country, I mean the real-deal, no-kidding country, complete with adorable calves,

 milk cows,

and having to stop the game every once in a while to chase the chickens off the field.

The game was already underway when we got there, but Man-boy jumped in. After a play, he threw the football back to the quarterback, who was almost all the way at the other end of the field, and some little boy yelled, "Whoooooaaaaaaa! Let HIM be the quarterback!" (Man-boy has quite an arm.)

And just that fast, Man-boy became the quarterback.

Unfortunately, his team was already suffering a huge deficit when he got there, and there wasn't enough time for that big a comeback. He'll have to be satisfied with the adoration of a bunch of little boys.

The best part of the Turkey Bowl, though, is the huge pot of chili we eat after the game. Puts me right to sleep.

Today we are baking bread and doing laundry, Abbie is taking her college friends exploring through the woods out back, and Ben is splitting wood and working on the daughters' cars. One more day till we have to be human again. *sigh*

Be thankful ~

Karen