Another chapter in the epic battle was written, when team black approached team white the night before Thanksgiving. If Barbara was not the head matriarch of the Nelson home, this one tradition could be as violently heated as the Hatfield-McCoy feud. New "health food" skills surfaced... but only until cheese and deep frying became a necessity in this race against the clock. In the end, both teams gave their best... for some it was enough. For others... it was not. Congratulations Shayna. Better luck next year Chris (or better luck next decade, with my track record).
The next day, Shayna and I were still married. A success after competing on opposite sides of the oven the night before. This Thanksgiving was, however, quite a let down. We were in the midst of a complete family diet shift, Shayna had just given birth the week before (which meant we didn't go to Great Grandma Nelson's), and the house was a mess. Without dwelling on the past, Thanksgiving was a day better left not repeated. Thankfully Christmas was the complete opposite experience.
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