God, I love Thanksgiving. You can have the rest of the holidays, this one is my favorite by far. No gifts. No bullshit. Just food. Food all damn day, all damn night. Let’s not forget the booze, food’s best friend. Beer during the day, wine with dinner, and late night scotch to ensure a coma. “Don’t mix alcohol, you’ll get sick!” How about you mind your business, Deborah? Huh? Maybe if you didn’t mix desserts for 30 years you wouldn’t have Type 2, ever think of that?
I get mouthy when I drink, I’m sorry. Not to get nostalgic, but when the Aggies played their rivalry game on Thanksgiving, I used to make mammoth leftover sandwiches.