One of the cute things to happen during thanksgiving was Máni, after we had moved back into the living room, had apparently stolen some turkey from someone's plate. Trotted in very proud, like he does with his toys, and then when I went to go get it from him, he ran off. I chased him into the laundry room in the basement and was able to get most of it back from him.

We don't have a ton of space in our house, so to get people enough places to sit makes a challenging, so we had to debate the seating arrangement a number of times and try to see if we could fit the people in a normal way. Finally just had to do it the way we did.

Overall I was generally happy. I should've pulled out the turkey at 161˚ instead of 165˚. It would've had the other parts be just right. Oh well I don't cook big birds that often.