Thanksgiving 2008: My sister, Andra, and brother-in-law, Bruce, came into town. Bruce dared to come to Northern Indiana without a coat, so Jonathan lent him his Nascar garb....Bruce and Nascar = an oxymoron. Becky took Andra and Linda for a ride around the farm on Buc. They came back with mud splattered everywhere. (Becky gets a certain gleam in her eye when she drives Buc.... I knew better than to take her up on a ride this time)! The boys played some two-hand-touch. It's not Thanksgiving without football, right? Later, I had the task of trying to de-grass stain Jonathan's clothes from that day. Good thing my Aunt Jean knows a little secret to getting rid of grass stain: rubbing alcohol.
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