The Canadian, the Rotten One, MomE and I spent Thanksgiving on my Uncle's ranch with my Aunt and my two cousins. It's beautiful, cozy, and a perfect place for family to sit around an old mission door table, stuff ourselves full, and celebrate...and of course, later curl up on the couch with a blanket and roaring fire (hence the yummy smell in my hair).
Here are some photos -- apologies for the poor quality -- I took them with my phone at 6 am and it was absolutely freezing outside. I was walking from the Bunk House to the Main House and trying to take photos and get myself to warmth as quickly as possible.
We also learned that Dacia (the Rotten One) loves to follow anything. My uncle took us on a tour of the ranch in a souped up golf cart (rugged wheels and the requisite Texas hunting rifle hanging off the back) and Dacia ran like a bullet following the golf cart around 80 acres of land. She decided to do this again later when my uncle and the Canadian went out again...when we returned home to Austin, this is what happens after running around a ranch for hours on end: