thanksgiving
Not only did my mom bring half the meal for Thanksgiving, she brought her usual powerhouse of games. It just wouldn't be a holiday without someone in a skit, relay race or blindfold. B and B Smith didn't know what they were getting themselves into. 
You may think this is Picasso, but stunningly, it's actually my dad.
Ben loves Brett Favre, goblets, and blueberry lemonade - but not in that order.



Ben loves Brett Favre, goblets, and blueberry lemonade - but not in that order.