If you had asked me yesterday what I thought you’d be like, I am not sure what I would have said. I was feeling pretty down what with my original plans thwarted and all. We might have even had a rocky start this morning, you and I. I mean, I had to send Kevin to the store this morning. Twice. I’m still not sure how I forgot to buy celery.
Still, you held steady and by 3 p.m., you delivered to me the most awesome of thanksgiving feasts…that I cooked (mostly) all by myself! The turkey was friggin’ juicy, the gravy was perfect, the cornbread stuffing was delicious (Kevin had 3 helpings!) and the cranberry-apple compote was divine. Hell, while dinner was cooking, Kevin and I had an opportunity to take a walk.
We’ve wined, we’ve dined, we’ve even played Catch Phrase. There’s a fire in the fireplace and movies to watch, games to play, etc.
I gotta hand it to you, Thanksgiving. You delivered. You rock.
One happy girl