I love Thanksgiving. It's my favorite holiday. No commercialism… well…except for the Black Friday sales that now start on Thursday. Whatever. I've never had any desire to sacrifice my precious sleeping hours to go out and risk my life shopping.
Thanksgiving is all about food. And comfort food at that. It's that wonderful day of the year that you get to pig out and make no excuses. In fact, it's expected of you to overindulge in mashed potatoes and stuffing, pecan pie. Never been much of a pumpkin pie fan, but good for all of you who are.
Thanksgiving is also about being together with family. I consider myself very fortunate that everyone in my family gets along. Or at least they appear to get along. I know that no cops will be called to settle a domestic dispute over the proper stuffing recipe. The only raised voices will be those inspired by an excess of wine. All in good fun. No offense meant.
This year, our family is getting together on Saturday. Same turkey and dressing, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, wild rice. It's just that we'll be giving thanks on Saturday and not Thursday. It's cool. No big deal.
But here's the thing: it's still Thanksgiving day Thursday. It's still the holiday. The Macy's parade, the dog show, the football. All Thursday. So why am I looking forward to it with such relish? I'm going to spend the day with my beautiful puggle girl, Ridley. We're going to watch the Bears (not the highlight, but still), maybe the dog show. Gonna build a fire in the fireplace, pig out on some yummy food.
It's going to be a deliciously quiet day. And I can't wait!
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