Jeff, Cass and Kellie came home Friday night, to great celebration, fanfare and hoopla. Being from this family means very enthusiastic greetings, and I'm exceedingly proud that all of my children are best friends. Thor, of course, is delirious with joy.
Sadly, on Saturday, Rusty the Guinea Pig died. My little boys were, of course, very saddened by this, as were the girls. Patrick and Jeff were wonderful in helping to lay the poor little critter to rest. The surviving piggie, Cinnamon, is heartbroken. He's never been an only pig. Someone has had him out of his cage nearly continuously, because otherwise he mopes in a corner. I've not heard him squeak once since his buddy died. The little boys are doing their best to console him.
Hopefully, I'll get my week's menus posted later today, and Thanksgiving tomorrow. Then it's off to the loony bin as I race around here cooking like crazy. See you all later!