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Happy Turkey Day one and all!

I have to admit I have mixed feelings about this year's festivities. For the first time in my entire Thanksgivingy history, there is nobody whom I have somehow managed to convince to cook up a delicious, savory, glutton-fest for me with which to stuff my face past any point of recognition as a means of celebrating the good-will and generosity which the Native Americans showed the newly settled pilgrims early on in our American history. I'm pretty sure that last sentence was grammatically improper on several levels. Whatevs.

I mean, even when I left California and moved to Tennessee, I still managed to finagle my way into the good graces of Ben's mom, Mary Ann - hi Mary Ann!! - and partake in some traditional Southern Thanksgiving deliciousness with their family for three years. *sigh* Those were some good times.

But, alas, this year, Scott and I are celebrating Thanksgiving by going to the grocery store on Thanksgiving Day, people and attempting to concoct our own Thanksgiving dinner by ourselves while hopefully not making the entire apartment complex explode in a giant fiery ball of death. We still have a couple of really really good steaks in the freezer which was so generously given to us by my aunt and uncle a few weeks ago, so we joked about starting a new tradition of having Thanksgiving Steak once a year. But that didn't seem right. And then we joked about just going to KFC or Boston Market and picking up a can of jellied cranberry sauce (Mmmm...delicious. And I'm not kidding.). But that didn't seem right either. So we are going to buckle down in the next hour or so (it's already 11am and I'm still in bed writing this blog...) and bravely join the rest of the sad sacks who are at the grocery store on Thanksgiving Day. Something tells me that new Thanksgiving traditions will be started this day, and that can't be a bad thing, can it?

Happy Thanksgiving!