Captain Obvious says, “it’s Thanksgiving!”
I don’t know if it’s because I’m a lover of all things food or because I’m secretly a 5 year old zipped up in a 26 year old body, but I love Thanksgiving. A lot. Thanksgiving’s love is my drug.
That means that I was geeking out all day at work yesterday and then hurried back to my parents’ house as soon as I was done to start making food.
We prepped and cooked and baked for almost 7 hours yesterday.
Nope, I’m not excited at all.
And definitely not geeking out.
I feel good about the army of casseroles and pies we turned out last night. That means that even though I woke up at 7 am like a little kid on Christmas morning and spent about 10 minutes on the phone with my 3 year old nephew yelling, “Hey, it’s Thanksgiving! Squee!!” I don’t actually have a ton of work to do today.
And all the better, because not only does it make the holiday less stressful, it frees me up to have one or two of these:
I’m referring, of course, to the glass, not the bottle. Probably.
And now my mom is vacuuming the house as if the health department is expected, my parents’ cats are eyeing the oven wondering what smells so dang good in there, and I’m trying not to break into the stuffing early.
It’s Thanksgiving, alright.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go sit in front of the TV and wait for Santa.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!