Bring it, turkey.

I’ve got my apron on, I’m ready to go. The turkey is in the oven, slathered in butter, orange juice, salt, pepper and thyme. Let’s hope I don’t burn the thing. I am thankful that my mom is just a quick phone call away. She said she would have her cell hooked to her hip today, just for me.

This is how I wish I felt today:


This is how I really feel:I am so thankful for my wonderful life, for my family, for that dang turkey in the oven, and for a mom who will listen when I ask dumb questions like - why do ladies get up at 4am on Thanksgiving morning? Should I be doing that?

Wishing you all a happy Thanksgiving!