I’m gonna be honest here, so don’t think I’m a hater, I’m just telling the truth.

Thanksgiving is a man’s holiday.

My dad is the one exception to this statement, but other than that, it’s the truth. If you aren’t married, or don’t have children, maybe this won’t make sense to you and even my own man thinks I’m crazy for saying it, but it doesn’t make it any less true.

This is why:
Man eat food.
Man play football.
Man watch football.
Man sleep.
Man eat more food.
Man watch more football.
Man sleep.

See? Let’s just change the Thanksgiving to “Man Day.”

Now that I have released my glorious tribute to men, I will just say that I did love Thanksgiving this year. My mom is one heck of an amazing cook, just ask the poor people who devour 13 or more orange rolls at one sitting and no matter how sick they feel, they still eat more. Those things are addicting to the core. Don’t even get me started on homemade ice cream.

Since both our parents live next to each other, our children eat dessert at each place, more than once, and no one ever knows. The grandparents just keep dishing it out and then they run out the door to the next spoiling grandparent. I wonder if they will ever know how lucky they are? We got to spend time with both sides through out the day, and I kicked some bootay at Shanghai Rummy (is that what it’s called?) while entertaining everyone with top twenty hits from my iphone. (I am obsessed with the song “Please Don’t Go” by Mike Posner)

The next day we drove off to Utah for my radical cousin Brad’s wedding which I was lucky enough to photograph. It was super cold, and I am actually still shocked I survived, but it was an awesome day. They are an adorable couple.

You must check out Kate and Kaden dancing at the wedding… it was classic.

After an 8 hour drive through blizzard conditions, we made it home and on to the next holiday. Welcome December!!

Now I will leave you with a thought….

Is Christmas a Man’s Holiday?

Exactly.