Thanksgiving

Well, Thanksgiving is rapidly approaching. My birthday is two days after this year, and will no doubt be forgotten in the chaos. It's almost worth it, though, not to have to prepare the meal myself.
You see, I have a theory: my mother has always made Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners, right? And while she hates it, I don't think she'd eat my food*, so... tough. By the time she's ready to retire from the annual chore, maybe I'll have produced a female offspring** and she can do it - or perhaps the Boy's wife will prove competent?
The same goes for Christmas.
Now, since I'm not cooking the meal, I should probably not complain, but a turkey can only be so low-fat before it is tofu. The same goes for the Christmas offering. Add in a loaf of french bread that got forgotten because the turkey need basting or something, a corn salad, and possibly, if we're being extravagant, a green one as well. All very healthy. Which is great. Excellent, fabulous, and I don't have to cook.
But it does make me want to run to the nearest Golden Corral (which I don't even really like) and eat as much as I can fit in my mouth.
For dessert, there will be half a pint of frozen yogurt for six people to share, and a three mile power-walk. Himself will quietly slink off to nap in front of the football game, my brother will happily go along (his legs are five feet long), my father will read the paper and nap (he never did walks... no, never). And I will look pitiful and try to come up with any excuse, but end up being forced, out of politeness, to tag along. I hate exercise with a passion, which is why I don't share my mother's clothes, just her shoes.
So, while our holidays may not be the most unusual, I definitely recommend that you stay home - but of course, you are always welcome.


* My mother eats only lettuce, and similar.
** Not to be blatantly sexist... okay, yes to be blatantly sexist... but I know the males in this family, and they can't be relied on to make boxed macaroni cheese, never mind a three course meal. And if they had to make their own sandwiches, the world would end.