or...what I like to think of as the day I celebrate when my Anglo brethren's ancestors had a glutonous feast in recognition of the blessing God had given them..a new land to conquer. I imagine the proud feelings they must have had at their meger first steps toward civilizing the local savages. "This is a fork" (those thankless, simpletons..gripers)
It will just be my little family (me, H, kid) as it always is..since we do not live near close family
It's actually the way I like it. I make the feast. I get control of how the feast goes. I get the left overs. (which no matter how much I make , and I have learned to make enough stuffing for a party of twelve, at least) That man will have it all gone within a few days. He is an eating machine.
Also, a nice perk..we don't have to dress up if we don't want to.
What are your plans this year?
Willie Wonka quotes..
What is this Wonka, some kind of funhouse?
Why? Are you having fun?
A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.
We are the music makers, we are the dreamers of dreams