Even Worse, a Giblet

I don't mean to alarm you, but Thanksgiving is a mere 2.5 weeks away. "Why would I be alarmed?" you may wonder. Well, have you considered the fact that you may be a turkey, or even worse, a giblet? If you're just discovering either, you may want to keep a low profile for the next couple of weeks; that goes double if you live in a pilgrim-heavy area.

I look forward to Thanksgiving each year and this one is no exception, although the circumstances are a little different. First, we're having Thanksgiving early since most of my family has a wedding to attend on the real day. I've got to wonder, will it feel any different walking around the neighborhood, angrily shaking turkey legs at the neighbor kids, if I'm not doing it on the actual holiday? We'll see. Second, we're moving the Thanksgiving venue. For the years past, we all trekked out to West Texas to my grandmother's house to rock the sweet potato scene. Now that she's bunked up with my dad, we'll be having the meal closer to home. I've got to wonder, will it feel any different walking around the neighborhood, angrily shaking turkey legs at the neighbor kids, if I'm not doing it in a random street near Abilene? We'll see.

Despite all of that, I'm pretty jazzed. I could use a few days off. Not just a few days off, but a few days off devoted solely to pumpkin pie. It may be 88 degrees outside and it may not be at my grandmother's house and it may not be on the actual day, but Thanksgiving is Thanksgiving.