Have you ever noticed that Thanksgiving is like pregnancy…you are required to eat everything. You are EXPECTED to eat everything.
This morning I woke up with a wicked poultry-starchy-sweet hangover. Two T-giving meals in two days did me in.
Or DID they?
I was just down in the kitchen, wandering around, and before I knew it I had a nice little turkey-dressing-gravy-cranberry sauce sandwich thing going on.
Before 10:00 am.
Now I’m eating pumpkin pie.
It’s a food-free-for-all!
In less than an hour we’re leaving for a friend’s home where we will caravan out to the boonies for a regional semi-final football game. And we’re going to tailgate before the game.
Did I mention it is 30 degrees here?
We’re stopping on the way to pick up food.
The Man has clearly lost it.
We’re taking some food with us, he told me. You know…pie, soda. Yeah, that’s all.
And we’re picking up pizza on the way out.
My stomach is groaning as I type this
because of the sandwich and pie I just ate at the thought.
I am so joining Weight Watchers after the New Year.
Assuming I survive Christmas.