Over the river and through the woods to grandmothers house we go…is so yesterday.
The 405 in L.A. is proof. This image is from Tuesday evening before Thanksgiving. I hope grandma has enough cranberry sauce to go around.
Thanksgiving at my house is always a little unsettling. Oh it’s great to be around family and friends but when it comes to sitting down to turkey dinner things can become down right uncomfortable. You see, I’m a drumstick guy…have been since my first Thanksgiving dinner back when we shared a phone line with neighbors.
My stepson Eric is also a drumstick guy. He’s automatically in. As we know there are only two legs. So when guests start coming by the house for dinner I habitually scan the room in order to assess who might be the undesirable third person who will, it never fails, request a drumstick or leg as some call it.
“I want a drumstick?”
If a third person does request a drumstick I tell my wife I’m going to my room and won’t return until she successfully mediates the awkward situation and offers the guest the turkey’s neck.
My other Thanksgiving issue is football and it always comes down to the Macy’s Parade or the Lions and some other team–used to always be the Packers. My marriage has often times hung in the balance. Macy’s or mayhem? In the past I’ve won out but at a cost. You guessed it–relinquishing my rights to a turkey leg.
Have a great Thanksgiving everyone!