“What we’re really talking about is a wonderful day set aside on the fourth Thursday of November when no one diets. I mean, why else would they call it Thanksgiving?”~Erma Bombeck
It’s four thirty am and I am finally a little bit sleepy. I was supposed to be in bed by midnight. I want to make it to my sister’s house today for Thanksgiving. My alarm is set to go off in four and a half hours to wake up and watch the parade. Dinner at my sisters is about 12 hours away. I am clearly self-sabotaging. I really want to go but these days “going” is hard. Even if my sister’s cooking is on the other end of the drive. Yet I am optimistic.
I am also DYING to hear about your Thanksgiving this year. How was the travel? Was there any drama at dinner? Did anyone put their turkey in the oven and forget to turn it on? Was anyone too snowed in to get to their destination? Were there any heated political arguments? My sister has a no politics rule in her house at all times. Did anyone risk life and limb trying to deep fry a turkey? Were there sibling arguments? Unexpected guests? Also, I am curious what time everyone has their big meal. This is a constant issue in my family. But since my sister does all the work she decides.
Tell me everything!
P.S. It is now 5:11 am. I know, I know I am going…. sigh.