We partied in my parents' garage, like a good Mormon family.
Tying on the feed bag.
More eating.
Even more eating.
Another of our many sets of Grandmas and Grandpas.
I feel very thankful that we live so close to so many of our family. Thankful for us, sad for them and the lowered quality of life they experience as a result of proximity to our weirdness.
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