'Twas the night before Thanksgiving

'Twas the night before Thanksgiving
and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring...
well, except for David, trying valiantly to defrost the turkey.

Oh yeah, and no one could find apricot-flavored JellO for the supposedly mandatory apricot-JellO-cream-cheese-mandarin-orange thing. Guess we'll have to make do with peach.

And I'm not sure I got the right kind of gravy packets.

Or that the rolls are the right kind, either.

Do we even have anything to drink tomorrow?

But let's hope that everyone just remembers the big picture...it's all about being together and being grateful for what we have. And at least William understands that tomorrow is Thanksgiving (and not Christmas, although I think he's about ready for all the Christmas lights and decorations to go up). He says that Thanksgiving is the day when you eat pumpkin pie and eat turkey and watch the parade. And, if prompted, he will also that note that it's a day when you say "thank you." My goal is to hopefully parlay that into many many days when he is thankful.

So let's just cross our fingers and hope that the turkey thaws out. And the salad is acceptable. And the rolls. And the gravy...