Thanksgiving... or taking.

I took off last week for Thanksgiving. But now I'm back. I hope you all had a fabulous and safe holiday. In this edition I will actually be talking about Thanksgiving. I'm sure many of you have already fallen into a turkey coma at the mere mention.

Thanksgiving is a great holiday, not my favorite, but still great. How can a holiday centered on stuffing yourself like you stuff the bird be not great? Everyone has their favorite holiday dishes and traditions. For some it's football and turkey. Some like to cook elaborate dinners. For still others it's going out for chinese after you botch the dinner yet again. For me however it's three simple things; the Macy's parade while eating Cinnamon Rolls, Cranberry Sauce, and taking a nap after dinner. Without fail I always watch at least half the parade and eat fresh baked cinnamon rolls.

Don't even get me started on cranberry sauce. I can smell and taste it just talking about it! It's so juicy and tart but sweet, it is the perfect food. I still have some in the fridge I'm tempted to go get now. Oh, and god forbid you forget it, I will pitch a hissy fit. Same goes for that homemade goo. I want the stuff from the can with the wave on it. Not something that's lumpy and looks like what I imagine guts to look like. Then there's the nap, no matter how late I eat, or how early, I always end up napping afterward. Blame it on the tryptophan in the turkey. But I must say it's a lovely way to cap off the meal. Unless I'm sick, then it's just a lovely way to pass time until I'm well enough to enjoy my apple pie.

Thanksgiving cannot be mentioned without the sales. Black Friday, the day after thanksgiving. The day when the turkey coma comes in truly handy. Because you will have had to been asleep since 3pm, and hopped up on gravy and cranberry sauce still to maintain any sort of cheery disposition at 6am, or even those crazy people who get up earlier, 5, 4, and even 2am. Go HOME! Loons. No deal is worth freezing your tushy off in the dark in a deserted crime prone parking lot when you could be home, snug in your bed, with visions of drumsticks dancing in your head.

This year is the first I've gone out for black friday in recent memory. I now don't plan on doing it again. I'll pay the extra $10 for something for an extra 3 or 4 hours of sleep and not having to deal with the crowd of WAY too chipper shoppers. I suspect mass amounts of prozac and coffee were given out at a secret location at 4 that morning. That's the only possible explanation. Even the influx of cheery Christmas music on the "24hr til the 26th" Christmas station here only moderately cheered me up. Until I realized how sick of it I would become within 2 weeks.

Well, that's it for today. Hope I put some things into perspective. Just remember, it is now Christmas season, I have a boatload of equally entertaining topics in store.