*sigh* My mom's work stretch (midnights, 8 days in a row) starts Wednesday, so she'll be in bed Thursday. My kids go with their mom to their great aunt's cabin at The Woods, WV. My dad is going out to dinner with other single-and-60 friends....
And I'm.......well, I'm going up to the nursing home for Thanksgiving lunch with my 96-year old Redskin-fan grandmother. She's the one who used to occupy my sig. She's the reason I'm a fan, and I love her with everything I'm able. I'm going cause it'll mean something to her. Her mind is actually pretty clear right now, which is awesome. So, yeah....anyone who wants to join us is welcome! lol
I probably won't eat, because the smell in there makes me about half queasious (my mom's word -- pronounced "QUEE shus.") And I attempted to eat the slice of tannish-colored meat up there last year without success. I'll tell her I'm happy with a cup of coffee, and great company.
I'll be back here in time to watch the game, and hang out with the other ne'er-do-wells in chat. And I will be bringing home Mickey D's for Thanksgiving dinner....happily. It's the most American and simple (sorry for the redundancy) thing to do. And besides that, when I was in high school, I worked at Mickey D's on two Thanksgiving days. They were miserable, massively busy, and a colossal pain the ass, quite frankly.
I'm looking forward to thanking the counterperson for being there.
I know, I know.