Okay, so here I sit, at 5:47 on Thanksgiving Day. My parents, who took my kids to a Pumpkin Patch (which was very nice of them, yes) knew that the turkey supper I was making, with all the fixings, was going to be ready at 5:00. My husband, who's out out doing not much of anything, also knew that the aforementioned supper was going to be ready at 5:00. Since no one bothered to show up at 5:00, or even call to say they'd be late, I quickly slammed together a card with them in mind. Call it therapy.


I'm going to eat now, while it's still relatively warm.