I managed to snap a few photos of my family before they left for Thanksgiving dinner.
Then I threw-up.
But not before I eyed my Mr. Nielson and wished I could hang on his arm at the family dinner. He sure looked handsome in his brown velvet jacket.
And darling Jane in paisley.
And as for Oliver, he wore his yellow shirt with motorcycles on it.
Do you think I had any energy to fight that?