ptl for thanksgiving

thanksgiving, like many other things in the keegan household, is no joke. we are not allowed to even mention christmas ("the other holiday") until after thanksgiving, we are emailed a detailed hour-by-hour schedule a couple weeks out, and my dad insists on ordering the 21-24 pound turkey himself as it is "just something you don't want to mess around with". and i love it. everything about our traditions are ridiculous and awesome. ridiculously awesome. the part i delight in the most (besides the thanksgiving service which is absolutely my favorite church service of the entire year)? it happens after we all watch santa magically ride in on his white-clad sleigh and murmur to each other about how he is the most perfect depiction of santa we ever did see. when the tv transitions into the national dog show. as a family, we are certainly not known for a love of dogs. observe pippy for a fraction of a second and i think you have a pretty good idea of the overall dog situation in our household. but we watch that dog show religiously every year. we laugh at the owners as they stride next to their polished beauties. we mock the "overly groomed" hairstyles. we love it. absolutely. but this only lasts until papa jack emerges from wherever he was hiding, bellowing "are you ready for some football?", wherein we transfer the energy formerly dedicated to mocking onto eating a thanksgiving meal -sized amount of appetizers. whattup traditions that will never die.