How I am able to even type is beyond me, My daughter awoke much early than the norm and I was faced with the knowledge of know I would have to prepare a whole Thanksgiving dinner by mid afternoon.  So I sit here now three hours after eating wondering why did I keep shoving turkey and sweet potato in my mouth. It’s been a whole hour since I put my faith into a bottle of TUMS to no avail. It seems that giving thanks also goes hand in hand with down right gluttony. Perhaps the saddest part is I physically have no room for pumpkin pie and if you know me than you know that pumpkin pie can make me shiver in delight.

The kids have gone to bed early and I will roll across the living room floor to my bedroom where I shall discard myself until tomorrow. Yes it’s early, but the kitchen is clean!