Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Most of you will not read this until well after tomorrow, since you will likely be cussing your way through the baking of sweet potato casseroles and the defrosting and basting of unfortunate turkeys.
But when you do have the opportunity to read this - hopefully with a glass of pinot in your hand and a gourmet turkey sandwich slathered in cranberry sauce with a side of stuffing who's countin' carbs, not me, that's for sure - we want you to know something: We are thankful.
We love our families, we love our friends, we love the days that are blessedly granted us time and again. And despite the "bite your tongue" day that occurs every year the day after Thanksgiving - the one that has many people shivering at midnight in lines the length and complexity of ancient labyrinths, bellies bursting with Aunt Rita's green bean casserole - we even love this time of year, doorbustin' rib-shovin' shoppers and all.
And there's something else we want you to know: We love you, too.
We love our families, we love our friends, we love the days that are blessedly granted us time and again. And despite the "bite your tongue" day that occurs every year the day after Thanksgiving - the one that has many people shivering at midnight in lines the length and complexity of ancient labyrinths, bellies bursting with Aunt Rita's green bean casserole - we even love this time of year, doorbustin' rib-shovin' shoppers and all.
There's some doorbustin' 'bout to be had. |
And there's something else we want you to know: We love you, too.
Happy Thanksgiving!