Happy Thanksgiving!

Two days until Thanksgiving, and I must say....I am quite happy to be able to sleep in...NOT work, and stay HOME! Then again, I do have to do some service, oh, and COOK!!! Hummmm, I think I make an awesome turkey (am I being prideful?) and I enjoy everyone loving eating it...but the whole emotional pressure to get it as yummy this time as last time nearly kills me every-time I cook. Seriously, if I was prone to hives, I am sure I would get them! Still, I am glad to be able to provide for all "my men", and "my Ren" and certainly for the means to do so. It's good to keep in mind where we get it all, as we shove it down...

Drew, Jonah, Ren and me will be joined by Joe and the missionaries serving in the Pward for dins. I call the taller one Bart, and I have no idea why (thats not even CLOSE to his real name!) and the other is so tolerant of my shenanigans, I just don't have the heart to give him a nickname just to have one so he's just "hey you!"

ANYHOO, they are coming to mange with the sinners (ha!) and hopefully have a few laughs. It's my goal to give them a memory.....so they can be 40 something and say, "ONE thanksgiving on my mission we ate with this weird family and we......( )" I am sure there is something SWEEEEET we can do to impress the memory! Any ideas?

But I have to say, I recently saw a video of a turkey being slaughtered, and people, I didn't like it one bit. It made my feel inappropriately superior....wondering what is really so foul about fowl that we cut them that way.....I am so glad I don't have to head out in my backyard to chop off the head of a turkey, pull its insides out, and puck it bald before I cook it this year.....if I did, I am sure I would be a vegetarian. So, thank you oh heart-cold farm slaughterers. Thanks for my clean and oven ready bird. I'll make it yummy, and everyone will eat it and sigh....and then, go take a nap.

Thanks that its not me, this thanksgiving. I gladly pay my $30.00 for your bird to be so pretty and sanitary and oh so not resembling a beast who was just pecking the ground innocently moments before the nice man came walking past. (Sigh)

God is good.