Happy Thanksgiving to all and to all a good night!
Wait, I might have mixed a reference in there or something. Honestly, I’m too tired to really care anymore. It’s getting late. The turkey has been brined, roasted to juicy goodness and devoured. The fixin’s have all come and magically disappeared. The kitchen has been cleaned up to within an inched of needing remodeling. And more importantly, the kids are in bed, bellies full of appetizers, turkey, mashed potatoes, pie, and sweets.
I’m done beat, but am admittedly considering a turkey sandwich regardless of the fact that three hours ago I swore I’d never attempt to squeeze another bite of L-Tryptophan-laden meat into my pie hole.
Scientifically, one can thus seemingly conclude that "never" can be reduced down to three hours.
At any rate, I was planning to write the customary "Things I’m Thankful For" post today, especially as I missed the boat on doing a full month-long thankfulness itinerary (which is apparently all the rage this year).
Well, maybe next year. And I’m too tired after a day of being thankful to string enough words together to do the subject justice. So then.
Tonight, I’m thankful for all Life I have in my life, and especially for those who’ve been in or out of my life to share it with me.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to make a big pitcher of ghetto sangria with the three half bottles of wine leftover from dinner (I’ll never otherwise drink) using some of those tasty grapes from the cheese plate and whatever fruit juices I can find in the house.
Is Capri Sun a valid sangria mixer?
After I’ve mixed that up and made a sandwich, I have a feeling I’ll be thankful for my recliner about 5 minutes later.
And that sounds like a pretty good late Thanksgiving night to me.