You know tomorrow is Thanksgiving when:
* You realize you didn't buy the brandy for your brandied pumpkin-ice cream pie last night so you go to the liquor store at 9am to buy the smallest cheapest bottle of brandy on the shelf. I felt like a drunk buying this small bottle and told the counter lady, "I swear, it's for cooking; I can't believe I'm buying alcohol before 10am." Because AFTER 10am it's so much more normal.
* For the same pie, you realize that you forgot to buy ground ginger and in the span of 10 seconds you have an argument in your head with yourself on if the ginger will actually be missed in the pie. The ginger won.
* Your husband is shocked that for your first official T-giving as "wife" you have chosen to take on the mashed potatoes. He so lovingly stated that:
a) The potatoes are a HUGE deal
b) Don't screw them up
c) If you do screw them up, I wonder if the family will still let me be married to you.
* The entire contingent of 1st semester nursing students in gerontology will have to be physically restrained next week from assaulting the Argumentative Quiz Question Monitor. We really need this four day weekend.
* You're already looking forward to your post-turkey nap. Sweet heaven.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone- a safe and wonderful holiday wherever you go!
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ah yes. I love liquor store stories. remind me to tell you about some fellow alumnae who as 20-years-olds without fake IDs couldn't buy the 1/4 cup of creme de menthe they needed and so substituted 1/4 CUP of mint extract.
That was one grasshopper pie NOBODY wanted to eat, not even ravenous college boys. It was toothpaste in a pan.
The full story involved Catholic school girls and a nasty old man. But I'll save that for later...
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