My family's Thanksgiving was Saturday. So I cooked for two days straight and at 5:30 on Saturday evening, finally sat down in front of my plate.
And went "ick." Since I'd spent so much time working the turkey and whipping the potatoes and buttering everything that didn't move, I was suddenly so OVER it.
I'm thankful for many things: my loving family, my friends, my Miles and my home. But more than anything, I'm DAMN thankful I don't have to do that again for another year.
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