1. Cooking so much food on Wednesday that I won't have to think about cooking again until sometime on Friday.
Or Saturday, if I can convince the kids that turkey really IS a breakfast food.
2. Washing my hands at someone else's house and leaving the restroom smelling like soap I don't use at home.
I currently smell like a Dove factory threw up all over me and I'M DIGGING IT.
3. Hitting the road Thanksgiving morning and sneaking a peek at other people traveling the same way, checking out how dressed up they are.
We passed some mighty-fine looking sports coats and bouffant hairdos on I-30 today.
4. Spending time reading, a luxury I can rarely afford most of the other 364 days of the year.
Of course, my tome du jour was a book all about boys and I was on the chapter about "nocturnal emissions", but that's not the point.
5. Eating pie until I no longer crave it. Or it runs out. Whichever comes first.
6. Watching football with one eye, shutting the other eye to help cure my pie headache, and pretending I'm asleep when the kids break into a fight about a hat that no one has cared about all year long until four hours ago.
Oops. Just busted my cover for next year.
7. Knowing that I can finally embrace all things Christmas.
Sorry Hobby Lobby. Just couldn't get my happy going when you started filling the aisles with Santas and snow globes in friggin' 100 degree weather sometime in mid-August.
8. Determining if it will be better to send Mike into the attic or me.
With the possibility that Ratatouille hooked up with a female friend and made copious numbers of little rat babies, I'm wondering which one of us will scream LESS like a girl when we see one of these critters scamper past us as we hoist boxes to the stairs.
Personally, I'm putting my money on Mike.
9. Knowing that we still have a good three day weekend ahead of us, a weekend ripe with possibilities to play board games, go to the movies, take the dogs on walks, and whatever else might come our way.
Or just eat pie until we all throw up.
10. Realizing the reason for the holiday in the first place.
For family and friends and acquaintances. For a roof over our heads and food in our belly. For too many blessings to count, though counting them is a fantastic goal.
But, mostly, for a God who loves us all, in the midst of all the good, bad and in between. In other words: the turkey, the dishes and the naps.
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