“Oh…well hello there November, when the hell did you get here?” That is what I woke up and asked myself this morning. This year is flying by, and I need it to slow its roll.
November is one of my favorite months though, strictly because my inner fat girl can not wait for Thanksgiving. It is the only holiday where gluttony is not only acceptable it is encouraged. Who you invite to break bread or a turkey leg if you will this Thanksgiving can be a metaphor for life almost.
We will all invite some people to Thanksgiving dinner this year, as we do every year. Just be careful who you set that place setting for at your table in a couple of weeks. Everyone that you invite to your table should be bringing something with them. I’ll be damned if you are about to eat at my table and don’t even bring so much as a bottle of wine, or an apple pie.
Not everyone is going to be able to bring their own Waterford china but damn at least a couple of extra napkins would be appreciated. Turkey isn’t cheap, and for that matter neither is that place setting at your table. So be selective of who you invite to your table this Thanksgiving.
I know whomever I invite will be bringing my favorite dessert, some wine and will most likely be bringing home a few turkey sandwiches with them...and I’ll be the one making them…make sure you can say the same.
-Becks
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