WooHoo!!! There will be no annual kitchen fire in the hut this year for Thanksgiving. That's right. I've been invited "out" at dear friend, Tina's house, for the yearly gorge-myself-into-coma event we "mericans" call Thanksgiving! And, right after the foodfest, I will head into work...because mental illness pauses for no holiday.
There truly is no meal finer than one someone ELSE makes...LOL Happy T-Day, my fellow "mericans". And remember: If you are going to drink and drive, make sure you have a car. (I have no idea what that means!)