Moutain Dew for Thanksgiving?

Yes, you read that right. Only a PROPER table would have Mountain Dew on it. It's an inspired idea, straight from Mike's ability to take a cute, children's book title and make it a crazy, tear-inspiring, laugh-fest.

Let me let you in on the joke.

Last night, we had dinner with friends at their house. We've known these people as long as we've known each other and I've known them even longer than that. There isn't much that has happened in the life of our family that hasn't included them.

The lady of the house is a master decorator. Where I can cobble together a few chargers, candles and fake leaves to fill the center of my dining room table, she can throw a charger at the local "do-it-yourself" pottery place , mold candles in her kitchen, and find leaves she stored away from her last trip to Arkansas. Her house looks like Fall originated there...and she's just gotten started.*

Anyway, she had this adorable array of children's books on her fireplace, spilling out of a wooden box that looked straight from an antique store that acquired it from some one's Great Grand mama's Momma. All this was flanked by tall, wooden candle holders and large, Fall-colored burning candles. It created this warm glow that invited your eyes to explore what she had created.

At the front of the display was a book she had had in her collection for years titled "P" is for Pilgrim. I noticed it almost right away, with its colorful cover and cheery picture.

As we were getting up to leave, I began pulling together items we had brought near the front door and I heard all three adults in the living room laughing so hard I was afraid someone was going to snort. So, I ventured back in there.

Lady of the house was wiping tears from her eyes. Our host was laughing, belly style. Mike was trying to explain himself.

Seems he noticed the book as he stood to leave and quickly glanced at the tittle and was astounded that our friend would put such a book front and center of her holiday decorating.

He read "Pis for Pilgrims".

Now you not only see why our social life is often stifled, but you also know why he is getting Mountain Dew at the Thanksgiving table.

It's as close to coal in his stocking as I could get without getting really disgusting.


*Do you see the difference in us? If not, come take a tour of my vastly, undecorated space of a house. Mike likes to call it "minimalistic". I call it "lack of ability to properly decorate".