We’re going to New York to have Thanksgiving on the actual day with Crockett’s fam, so we had Thanksgiving with my parents in Colorado today.
They left a little while ago, I’ve changed into a gigantic flannel shirt, and we’re watching the David Blaine thing that’s new on Netflix. Basically, it’s super bedtime, although it’s actually 5:56. Are we doing this wrong? This is how my Thanksgiving ends every year – with me so full I can feel the volume of food in my rib cage, not just my stomach area. Is that how it’s supposed to go?
On a related note, are two Thanksgiving dinners going to make it so I am no longer satisfied with a normal volume of food? I’ll be like a snake! (Or my old roommate!) One big, delicious meal every 24 hours (and a bottle of liquor if you’re the roommate) and done?
I need a nap. A ten hour one, probably. If you love yourself and sour things, make this pie.