It’s Thanksgiving morning and I’ve been up since the butt crack of dawn because my dogs don’t know the meaning of “day off” or “sleep in”. Nor do they understand that Mama was up until 2am playing Call of Duty so she needs her rest.
But that’s not complaining because it’s not a day to complain. It’s actually rather refreshing having an alarm clock that forces me out of bed to be productive. This morning, I’ve done what I’m sure the rest of the United States has – ate a small enough breakfast to stave off hunger but not big enough to ruin my appetite, made myself look human with some makeup and pretty jewelry, stood in my closet deciding if sweatpants (ELASTIC WAISTBAND PEOPLE!) would be appropriate to wear to dinner but ultimately decided jeans were going to suffice as my midway point, watched some of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and prepared my dish to bring to dinner at my parents (which is really just sausage cheese balls and is really being prepared because I made them a few weeks ago and have been craving them ever since).
In an hour or so, after the balls are ready and we’ve made our prospective phone calls to family and friends, we’ll head over to my mom’s to eat delicious food, drink some booze and then fall asleep on the couch watching football.
Can’t get more American than that!
