We had a very nice holiday weekend, visiting family down in the lovely Swamp of Enchantment.  It’s usually hectic when we go down there, since we have to try and cram in visits to all of the various and sundry old folks.  But this time most of them were congregated in one place for lunch, so that cut down on a lot of the driving around we had to do.  Hmm.  That’s awfully boring, unnecessary exposition.  Onward!  To the bullets (some of which are literal)!

• My sister and I lost our minds and decided to hit the local Target along with all of the other crazy-ass Black Friday shoppers.  At 4:30 in the morning, there were approximately eleventy-hojillion people there, give or take a few.  See?

• N and I stole some time away from the kids and headed out to the beach.  We took up residence for the evening at Hammerhead Bar, a surprisingly nice place for a crummy little beach.  (Sorry.  But it is.)  Since it isn’t exactly a peak beach season, we practically had the place to ourselves and the bartender was very attentive.  She brought a new drink to my attention.  Whether it is an actual drink or just something she invented, I do not know, but what I do know is the combination of Absolut Vanilia, Red Bull and cranberry juice tastes just like a Sweet Tart.  I approve.
• My mother recruited some tree-decorating help from the littlest member of the family.  Incidentally, that was the only member of the family actually WILLING to help.  Sorry, Mom.  I hate decorating my own damn tree so  I was low on motivation to help you with yours.  Because I am a scrooge, and possibly also a bad person.

• I went to the gun range with N and my father-in-law, who we’ll call Roz, because that’s what I call him.  (It’s not actually his name.)  Anyway, I learned how to fire a .22, and it turns out I’m not half bad.  In fact, Roz says that I’m already good enough to qualify for a concealed handgun license if I were so inclined.  Witness my mad skillz (this was achieved from 50 yards):

So, now you know what I did over Thanksgiving (aside from falling into the usual turkey and starch-related coma, of course.  I did that too.)  Did you do anything fun or out of the ordinary (or both)?