For the past, oh probably five or six years, someone (usually me) has been sick on or around Thanksgiving. I spent one Thanksgiving vomiting then breaking out into hives and going to the ER. The year I was pregnant with Sam, the smell of turkey and gravy made me ill (more vomiting). Two years ago, more vomiting. My family celebrated without me (again).
This year I am the only one not sick.
Mike has had a bug for a week now. Grace and Sam are running fevers and coughing (and Sam has an ear infection), and Miracle has the flu.
I've got everything I need to fix a Thanksgiving meal but ya know what? I'm not doing it because no one really feels like eating it.
Right now I don't care about the Pilgrims and how difficult everything was for them and how they were helped by the natives Peoples.
I. Just. Do. Not. Care.
Thanksgiving is dead to me.
1 comment:
I hear this every year. :-)
Its not that big of a holiday for me. The people I have Thanksgiving with I already see all the time. I don't like turkey. I do love pumpkin pie but I can get it a The Show so a month later when it's Thanksgiving it has lost it's appeal.
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