Gobble Gobble

My love for all things Thanksgiving continues...

I've been cooking all afternoon and we aren't even eating here Thursday...I just can't seem to help myself.

The pilgrim salt and pepper shakers. The Peanuts gang eating toast and popcorn. The plopping noise the cranberry sauce makes when it slides out of the can. The stuffing, my oh my, the stuffing. It's all just a little too much...I'm feeling light-headed...

Going out to the grocery store last night to pick up some canned pumpkin and a whisk was even a little exciting...seeing all the other shoppers...watching the first-time Thanksgiving meal makers go from aisle to aisle in a trance-like state. One poor girl had a frozen 22 pounder in her cart...it looked like it could take down the Titanic. I passed her on a couple of aisles and it just seemed to get bigger and bigger. As did her look of panic...

I understand that panic...the thought of a half cooked turkey throws me into a cold shudder...

But by Thursday afternoon, my love for Thanksgiving and all its fixin's will begin to slowly fade into the sunset...and my heart will begin to flutter, thinking about Christmas.

I wonder if I can watch last year's Macy's parade on youtube?

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