I’m not a sickly person.
Here I sit, though, sniffly, throat-hurty, body-achy…and, sickly.
But I am not too sick to drive to sunny weather to be with my wonderous new family for THANKSGIVING.
(Would it be totally blasphemous beyond all reason to change up Thanksgiving dinner in my home when I’m grown up and have babies to feed it to? I would just like to include foods I am actually extremely thankful for. And the thought of cooking a raw turkey (with it’s pinkish grayish legs still attached and innards to remove) all by myself makes me want to upchuck.)
But I truly love Thanksgiving. What I love even more is non schoolwork. A full night of sleep or a NAP! Food not cooked by me. A new family totally different from mine. Wow.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, life! I like you, despite your turkish innards.