I almost forgot about the real highlight of the weekend. On Thanksgiving day, we got rear-ended on the freeway on the way to Guido's sister's house in Orinda. Nothing major, just a shock to the system and a few scratches on the bumper.
But the incident brought up an observation by Scooter - "Bad luck Thanksgiving."
A few years ago, on Thanksgiving weekend, Guido and Fluffy were driving home with a fresh Christmas tree in the trunk when Guido somehow rammed into a Mercedes. Damage wasn't that bad, but the other driver worked for a lawyer and a few months later threw a lawsuit at us. (It was just a threat, though, and the insurance took care of it.)
One year later, we were driving home after spending T'giving weekend in S.F. and Guido rear-ended a car and caused a four-car accident on I-5. We were exactly halfway between S.F. and L.A., and our car was undrivable. Do you know it costs $700 to have your car towed 200 miles? Our minivan was so old that the insurance company wanted to total it, but Guido pleaded with them to fix it, and we were able to drive it around for a few more years.
Because the minivan was in the shop with near fatal injuries, we had to take the Accord to S.F. for Christmas that year. Not the best time to be driving the little car when you have a pile of Christmas presents and two weeks' worth of clothes for four people. When we got to S.F., the car died (it was just the beginning of a series of me-being-stranded-with-a-dead-car).
So although the turkey has it bad on Thanksgiving, at least he doesn't have to relive the event every year.