Turkey Day

A few weeks ago I expounded on the idiocy of Boss’s Day . (Update on this: my boss did not show up for our employee-run Boss’s Day celebration so that was a nice kick in the butt). At the time I mentioned my favorite holiday: Thanksgiving. So many factors go into making this holiday above and beyond that I get excited for it months in advance. The excess food, the football, the way I’m not forced to open the chastity lock on my wallet for gifts, the food, the requisite food-induced-coma (or FIC as I say to Sabrina), the family I guess, the leftover food, the four and half day weekend, the Wednesday night bar reunion, the football game I used to play before my body rejected its athleticism, and the food. God I love Thanksgiving.

A huge added bonus to Thanksgiving around the Norrie family is that we get, not one but, two holidays. When my sister used to work at the hospital her shift would fall on Thanksgiving. Not wanting to jip my sister out of complaining about all the calories in a Thanksgiving dinner, my mom decided to do Turkey day on Friday. This alleviated the problem for Sabrina and me about what family to spend the holiday with; we got both. This has turned into tradition and we (me and my stomach) get Thursday with the Koesters and Friday with the Norries. Two turkeys, two sets of stuffing, two days of sloth, and two FICs. Happy Thanksgiving!