I hope everyone had a super Thanksgiving and doesn't need giant-sized Tums today!!
I do wish we'd been treated to a few normal scenes of everyone seated around a dining room table: Hallie provocatively gobbling a drumstick (think TOM JONES) across from David, Quentin indulging in an "all-liquid" meal while Julia, gazing adoringly at Barnabas over her yams, gives him her tight-lipped, "All that drinking isn't good for you, Quentin," look!
Roger carving the turkey, smiling at his family; Liz looking regal, as always, pouring extra gravy over Mrs. Johnson's walnut stuffing; Barnabas, grateful to be curse-free, barely stopping between bites to breathe because everything tastes SO DELICIOUS; Carolyn, still depressed over losing Jeb, picking at her food while Buzz stares at her with love as he forks peas into his mouth, one at a time.
A supernatural-free Thanksgiving at Collinwood, yeah, that would have been nice!
Love, Robin