Shhhh…be very quiet. If you don’t move or make a noise it might not sneak up on you. “Gobble-gobble” “Gobble-gobble” Ughhhh…it’s here isn’t it. Oh Thanksgiving, why must you sneak up on me like that. I thought I had weeks to prepare and figure out if I should cook a whole turkey or just the breast, if there should be soup, if anyone would like brussels sprouts, if I should buy new plates, what should I do about dessert, and it goes on. Like every love/hate relationship, the love seems to always edge out a bit more.
