I've posted this every Thanksgiving for at least the past three years (I may have posted it prior, but I'm too lazy to go look).
"With G-d as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly." This has to be one of the funniest gags ever. "The Pinedale shopping mall has just been bombed by live turkeys. Film at 11." "It should have worked." "It's like the turkeys mounted a counter-attack." Just love that bit.
This is the first Thanksgiving we're on our own, so it should be interesting. We've done Thanksgiving with my folks for the past, well, ever; the Mrs.' family isn't all that big on it, and Mom G. being, well, an Italian mother goes all out. Usually by the time we get to the turkey we're too full to do much more than pick at it - which leaves plenty for cold turkey sandwiches on homemade bread on the Friday after Thanksgiving.
This year, it will be the four of us, quietly (HA) sitting down with our barely-larger-than-a-chicken turkey in the dining room (this is like the third or fourth time we've used the dining room since moving in less than a year ago; I think we've used this one about half as much as we used the one in MA the 15 years we lived there...) We've got a traditional Thanksgiving feast planned: Turkey, mashed potatoes, peas, cranberry sauce, biscuits, and pies. Oh, the pies... Might even be a glass of wine tossed in for good measure.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.
Take a moment today to think of the men and women serving in our Armed Forces that can't be with their families today because they're too busy being our heroes.
That is all.