Thanksgiving Surprise

I am thankful for many things, too many to list.

This Thanksgiving my family flew out to Las Vegas to visit me...

My brother flew out Wednesday unbeknownst to our parents. The rouse of our surprise was a month in the making and boy, the lies we told! At one point my brother and I were suspicious of our parents knowing about the surprise so the fibs became more and more frequent and more and more elaborate. Even Wednesday the evening before our parent’s arrival my brother called from Las Vegas and made my Mom or Dad, I am not sure which pull out the recipe book and give him a recipe he had no intention of making.

On Wednesday night my brother and I plotted as to what would be the most effective way to surprise them but in the end we settled for me going alone to the airport to pick them up Thursday morning and John would be at home when we arrived. But when we arrived home to my surprise John was not there. In precisely the perfect time the phone rang and it was John pretending he was calling from Raleigh. The conversation went on for quite awhile and more tales were told. Apparently John and his girlfriend Kim were going to see “Santa Clause 3” at the movies and they were already done with their Thanksgiving dinner. Once the call was over Dad and I got out some snacks and the three of us were conversing when there was a knock at the door. My Dad turned to me and said, “Gosh! It’s a good thing the door was locked because who ever that is tried to come in!” I opened the door and John entered and there was a delayed response. Then, as the realization set in the tears started to flow from Mom who said even as John walked in she thought it was just a friend of mine until she realized it was her son and Dad tried to figure out exactly how far back our tall tales went.

The next day we traveled to Mount Charleston, a beautiful National park about an hour outside of Las Vegas. For two days we rented a cabin that left much to be desired and hiked, relaxed, watched movies and played games.

Speaking of games…One word, Bejeweled. I found this game on the internet and now the entire family is hooked. We also had Bejeweled smack downs competing on who could get the highest score. John was winning when he left Las Vegas but now he is getting beat and is quitting. What a hoopty hoo looser! Everyone get John a hanky for Christmas so he can dry his tears.



This blog is dedicated to my Brohan who asked when it was going to be published. Thanks for being my fan.

Love,
Sissy