Thanksgiving came with a story this year. We were to spend Thanksgiving with Beth's family in Kalamazoo, at the Wiessner's house, and Beth was sure that we were going to need to spend the night because the family gathering would go on until pretty late. So anyway, Thursday we loaded up all those pies and desserts and headed up there, and we had a very nice Thanksgiving meal with the whole family. But things were pretty well breaking up and people were leaving by around 8, which meant that we could have been home by around 10, and didn't need to stay in the hotel at all. Then, as happened last summer, the hotel reservation made online did not secure us a room that was large enough for all of us. No roll-aways, fire codes you know. So someone could sleep on the floor, or....we got another room (they let us have one for $50, though, so it could have been worse). So now we're paying another $50 to get another room that we didn't need in the first place. Wait, there's more. We didn't have much to do the second day, since nobody we know was around, so we dropped off a couple orders of Beth's soup (which was almost enough to pay for the hotel) driving out to Lawton and back, then headed home in the early afternoon. We spent the rest of the day at home, until bedtime when the kids were getting ready for bed and Alex asked "where is the bag that had our toothbrushes and retainers and things in it?" Well guess what. It was back at the hotel. It also had Beth's bite guard in it and all her medications so altogether that bag held about a thousand bucks worth of stuff that we needed back. So at around 10 I'm headed back up to Kalamazoo alone to get it. When I got to the hotel it took them around half an hour to find the bag that the maid had turned in that morning. So anyway I finally get back after 2 am and get to bed. About 2 hours later Natalie is in our room to tell us that she's been throwing up in the bathroom downstairs, and she didn't make it all the way in for the first heave. So the bathroom was a mess. Beth was having stomach cramps too. Our best guess: it seems one of the desserts Beth made for Thanksgiving was a sort of pumpkin mousse, which had cream in it, and only a couple of the 8 she made were eaten. So we took them home, but since we had no refrigeration they were just in a cooler (with no ice or anything) for over a day in the back of the van. When we got home, Natalie ate one, and Beth ate one. Nobody else did, nobody else had stomach issues. We figure the pumpkin dessert had turned. So Saturday and the rest of the weekend was pretty low key.