That is so boring. I'll try again.
Brad's family is crazy, but crazy in all the right ways. They spoiled us completely, with Tiffy opening up The Manor and letting us spread our crud all across her gorgeous slate tile. Jen cooked up a storm and planned every meal to the last detail because she knows how crazy I get when there isn't a "plan." And Brad's mom, LJ, watched my kids AROUND THE CLOCK and did everything for them that a mother who wasn't completely AWOL should have done. Uncle Matty took our pictures which assures you that you will have some gorgeous Christmas cards coming your way and I, well, didn't do too much. Which was heavenly.
I remember when Brad and I got married and feeling like although I liked Brad's family right from the start, I wasn't sure I would ever feel totally comfortable with them. It takes awhile to get used to in-laws and their ways of doing things because you've only ever known the way you do things. I am happy to report that these people completely accept me for who I am. They humor me with my neurosis about planning and organization, they let me be completely lazy while they tend my kids, and they teach me how to do things that a normal person of my age should know how to do. (Thanks for hemming my pants LJ. They're perfect!) One of my favorite things about visiting them is that I can still feel like myself and I never have to put on an act. They let me be, holey PJ's and all, and I love them for that.
Thanks to everyone in the Treasure Valley for an awesome Thanksgiving. You guys rock.