I know it's Thanksgiving (or practically...30 more minutes) because I've been to what feels like 20 grocery stores in the past 2 days, there is family gathered around talking, and the dog is hiding out with me.
Yep, that's about right.
My mom and I have already worked on choreographing tomorrow's cooking. Our oven is small and not very efficient, so the turkey has to be in by 8:30 a.m., or we won't eat until about this time tomorrow.
You think I'm joking, but I'm not. What I wouldn't give for double ovens.
Today I'm thankful for laughter and awkward moments, cuddly dogs, warm cocoa, brisk winter winds, and lots of delicious food to eat.
Bring it on Thanksgiving. I'm ready with my stretchy pants. Let's do this!