Well at first I thought I was just going to go to a regular family reunion with my grandmother, since my parents were working on Thanksgiving. So I drove her to Madison, Mississippi, with her nagging me about my driving the whole way. FYI: She drives worst and more wreckless than I do.

But anyways, I drove her there and I thought that we were gonna go to a church maybe an old school house, or a warehouse for our feast, but boy was I wrong. We instead went to my Uncle John Arther's mansion! 0.0 I was all like "...omaga..." and like "..whoa.." I never knew my blood ran that far or that rich. There were like eighty people there and they were all somehow related to me.

There was like six bedrooms and seven bathrooms. One of the baths had four marble columns surrounding it and stain glass window behind it. There was a grand staircase and a huge living room, wuth a huge mirror and a beautiful painting surrounding it. There was a huge playroom with an enormous flat screen in it. And even one of those fancy study rooms. Also you know how in those movies, like in White Chicks when they go to that white party with all the tables under a white tent? Well that's where half of the family ate.It was amazing. There was a garden with a fountain and scupltures everywhere you looked. There was also a pravillion with carasel horses sitting in it in a circle.

So besides the food, my Thanksgiving was amazing!