Ain't nothin' like a Canadian Thanksgiving...except maybe American Thanksgiving...

Ironically, as Americans, the Mister and I seem to be in the minority at our school, even though it designed around the American curriculum. Luckily, Canadians are pretty awesome people, so the fact that most of our new friends hail from the Great White North does not bother us in the least. One perk of working at a school that is largely staffed by Canadians. TWO THANKSGIVINGS!

This Monday, the Mister and I joined up with some of our newest friends to celebrate Canada's Thanksgiving. Being that turkeys are hard to come by here, and that Monday was a school night, we opted to buy in to our friend Matt's tradition of eating pizza and playing games.

That's Matt. And the pizza. And France and Megan. The Canadian contingency for this feast.

Y'all know I love me some games, and I love my new friends...and while we're being honest I love pizza...So this was a winning combination!

I'm pretty sure there was turkey sausage on the pizza. So that makes it authentically Thanksgiving...right?

The nice part was the easy clean up after dinner. There might be something to this style of Thanksgiving.

The best part of the night was the shenanigans that came with our rousing round of charades and password. The boys really gave it their all when they came up with the charades topics for the girls to act out, but luckily the girls were able to stump the boys once or twice.

Read: every time the Mister was up.

"ARG! How am I supposed to act out 'Sanford and Son' to a pair of Canadians!?"

In the end, we had to admit defeat.

Luckily reinforcements arrived in the form of Austin, a fellow American who teamed up with me for password: the home version of that old school game show that is kind of like Taboo, but with slightly different rules. It was like Austin and I were sharing the same brain and we beat all the other teams without breaking a sweat!

We were makin' it rain the slips of paper with the passwords on them...it seemed like a good idea at the time. The Mister was just the stagehand.

While this particular evening was just about as un-Kuwaiti as they come, it was one of the most fun nights we've had since arriving in our new home. We're thankful for new friends that understand our senses of humor and enjoy our company as much as we enjoy theirs.

Till November (when we celebrate the REAL Thanksgiving)!

Vicariously yours,