Woe to our tiny mailbox, stripped of its life so young...
...just a shell of its former self...
our neighbor's tragedy..
..and another neighbor's sadness...
Okay, so Thanksgiving this year was interesting. New England weather gave us snow a few days before, and then turned quickly to a warm spell, melting all the snow and bringing rain and fog. Interestingly, the kingdom awoke to the loss of some of its property. It seems that the immediate kingdom dwellers were victimized by some benchwarmer(s) that decided to take baseball bats to our mailboxes--upending or uprooting all of them. Needless to say, this act of vandalism is lame. It's childish, prankish and really immature. Chock it up to some of the 'cool cats' in the kingdom in town for Thanksgiving break and that's the end of the story. Aside from this interesting note, Thanksgiving in the kingdom was joyous. Family members joined us for a traditional feast, football and lots of yummy desserts--courtesy of Auntie Cookie (Stephanie). Uncle Doug serenaded Princess Abigail all day long (which she LOVED) and she enjoyed the company of her first and second cousins who tired her out (thank goodness). The Princes remained pretty quiet most of the day as they retreated to their rooms away from the hubbub. It was a true, family holiday with some unexpected twists. In the end, what mattered most was that we were together and could have a few laughs, along with a few cocktails, and lots of good 'ol turkey bird!
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