We had not one, but two Thanksgivings this year. We had Fakesgiving, where my in-laws visited my parents' house on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, because E was going to his dad's house for actual Thanksgiving (which turned out well because I took q2 call over Thanksgiving...and it almost killed me). And then we trekked down to the in-laws' homestead on my post-call day (and I spent most of my time en route and en scene sleeping...) and ate more Thanksgiving dinner.
I'm fairly certain I never want to see another turkey again.
At least not until Christmas...
So I'm giving thanks this year that I have a pair of excellent cooks for a mother and a mother-in-law. Because the Lord knows I'm not an excellent cook and my limited skills will have to undergo somewhat of a miracle to get up to par when it's my turn to take over the holiday meal-making. I'm betting it'll be a while, though. Or my sister/one of my sisters-in-law will do the duty.
A girl can dream.
My slightly-insane life and times
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