There is something about Thanksgiving that I just love.  You know what I mean.  The Normal Rockwell vision of the entire family surrounding the stove as the steaming bird makes its debut. It’s American.  It’s ours.  It’s all about food.  I didn’t grow up with green bean casserole, but I find it fascinating with those crispy little fried onions on top.  I’m craving something creamed.  Oh, and the desserts…

But today, my images are different.  Check out what greeted me as I walked in the front door-

The dregs of breakfast with very clear evidence of the amount of snot that’s invading my families membranes.

Look closer at the tissue box, love that.

Yes, snot kind of makes me sad.  It’s so, well, snotty.  But, I’m not dwelling on the slimey green visitor.  It’s Thanksgiving.  I’m going to eat Roasted Squash Soup for dinner.  It’ll wipe away the hurts.  I’ll top it with my homemade croutons, cut from bread I made, and sauteed in fresh butter.

I’ll then have the energy to brave this monstrosity.

I’m so looking forward to tomorrow! How about you?

I’m off to get busy!