Alright I know I'm late as hell posting this, but deal with it.I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. I drove down with my mom to the city to my uncle Cranny's house for dinner.
Cranny's was a blast. Just about everyone was there. Mom brought Hors D'oeuvres and her famous pineapple upside down cake. I of course, brought my slammin' "Smack Yo Momma" Macaroni & Cheese. It was such a relief for both of us to not have to cook this year.
We all had a great time. We watched tapes of old music videos from the 90's all day. We ate and drank and ate some more. Philosophized and talked shit. You know how we get down.
Wayne and Oronde brought my little 9-month old baby cousin, Micaiah. Everyone fell in love with her. Especially Cranny. She's so cute.
I love my family. I love the sense that I have a family. A lot of people are not so fortunate. Yes, my family is a big ole' ball of crazy, but I love them just the same. My Uncle Cranny is so giving. He would give you the shirt off his back and be happy to do it. In fact, he gave my mother a set of $100
Bose earphones for no reason at all. These aren't just some old dollar store ear buds, these are
Bose. You know, Cranny doesn't make a whole lot of money, and for him to give a gift like that is no small thing. That's love, y'all.
On the way back home, Mom and I had a relaxing drive back up to the 'burbs, listening to Gershwin the entire way up. Who does that?
This is how Thanksgiving is supposed to be, y'all. Blessed Be.
Happy Thanksgiving
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