Turkey For Me, Turkey For You

Here are some people who stopped by on Thanksgiving, demanding to be fed.  Good thing I spent many hours preparing food, or there might have been an uprising. Turns out, I'm related to all of them, one way or another, by birth, by giving birth, by marriage, by parentage, by cousin-age. It was my year to host, so I acted happy to have them in my palatial estate, and they bought it. As is my custom, I handed each guest a list of rules:

Eat.
Drink.
You break it, you pay for it.
Leave.

I'm pleased to report that the people in the above photo followed the rules, beautifully. The four renegades missing from the above photo, well, let's just say they spent the evening on the patio.