There. I have done my patriotic duty. Because nothing says, “Hi! I’m a rich, overindulgent, ‘mericun” like eating 10 tons of food and collapsing onto the couch into a snoring ball of fat. Thanksgiving rawks!
In the morning, I got my kids back for the first time in a while, as we made fun of watched the Macy’s parade together (all three hours of it). There was kind of a “parade blackout” there for the last 5 years or so, as it is apparently not the coolest thing for teens to watch (who knew?). But this year, they were back with me for the holiday traditions (all three of us even gave up the PC’s for about 90% of the day!).
It was really a great day, as we listened to the godawful puns roll from the teleprompter via the lips of Katie Couric and Matt Lauer (I think Al Roker makes up his own bad jokes). Then, for some reason, we watched Bring It On until the food was ready. We stuffed our faces to the great sounds of Garrison Keilor’s A Prairie Home Thanksgiving, and retired to afternoon snoozing. Later, we gathered ’round the altar for A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving.
Thanks be given.
Sigh – they give up the parade in their teens?
Food and Television. What could be more ‘mericun than that? Betcha ol’ Dubya wishes he could still do it!
You big sellout.
Happy (belated) Thanksgiving. Mmmmmm Turkey.
I’m a sellout, too. I shopped today.
Mmm, food! TV is ok too. Happy leftover day.
But you forgot the football…. Even if you hate football, or the Cowboys (who play EVERY Thanksgiving, for you who don’t pay attention to such silliness) ya gotta watch football as you drift off to sleep…
happeee turkey day, solly and all.
(it’s late; my well wishes aren’t actually on THE turkey day, but they’ll make it through the cosmic pipeline. i’m certain of it.)
And, see, nobody even noticed that a cat was missing.
Mmmm. I love food coma.