Thanksgiving with the Moyers (and a Sens)

Sorry for the delay folks. But here's our Thanksgiving pictures from Baltimore. A good time was had by all. Here we go...

2:07 Mom, Heather and Amy slaved long and hard on the food and it looked great. No KFC this year.



2:09 This is our routine family picture before the drinking, punching and swearing start. You'll notice I'm not in the picture. I was already mad about the absence of malt liquor.



2:12 Mom and Dad start their drinking, Heather starts her low-carb diet and Amy is doing her "look at me pull an olive out of my nose!" magic trick. She's so cute.



2:19 Mom, after 8 glasses of wine, tries balancing her wine glass on Dad's glass of water while Dad is losing his motor skills and dropped his fork.



2:26 Amy, drunk again, drives Heather back to drinking straight from the bottle with her tired "If we don't neuter our fish, the terrorists win" rant. Admit it, you've heard it if you've been drinking with her.



2:31 The fork in dad's right hand is just for show. That empty plate to his left is mine. He was kind enough to eat everything on it for me while I was trying to document yet another wonderful Thanksgiving for the family photo album.



2:39 We had some extra money this year and set up some cameras around the table. This is the one we put in Heather's mouth...the Heathercam.



2:39 This is the Turkeycam.



2:44 I finally decide to sit down and eat. All that was left was a few olives. Dad wouldn't even let me have one.



And this is a closeup of the exciting scene.



2:51 Losing the olive to my Dad made me depressed so it was back to the bottle for me (this is the Ericcam). Guess it's another few months in rehab now. At least now you all know why all of us drink so heavily.



So that was our Thanksgiving. It was the least violent one, that's for sure since the only person who had to go to the emergency room was Heather for trying to grab some turkey. Dad is a biter.