Usually, it's about fifteen to twenty minutes, from start to finish. There's no precise way to measure the time since it's more of a process than a procedure, but this year I am proud to say that my father managed to fall asleep on the couch in less than ten minutes.
Shortly after that, my brother joined the crowd of the blissfully sleeping:
And then the turkey hat was broken out:
Success on all three counts.
I hope everyone ate twice their body weight in pie and managed not to die on Black Friday! Personally, my stomach is still rejecting anything that doesn't seem to have a base of potatoes or sugar, so it may be time to actually bite the bullet and sign up for a gym membership.
Ouch.
One word:
PIE
And that is all.
I am planning on eating pie this Thursday until I can't move. Which means that yoga pants will be the order of the day (and on my "thankful list" will be this: Thank you for not being a family that requires formal dress on holidays involving large amounts of food, Amen).
There are many things about my extended family that make me want to throw myself in front of a bus - not least of all their refusal to accept the fact that I no longer eat meat (mostly kidding), but they can make a damn good pie.
And stuffing. And mashed potatoes. And cranberry salad.
Yoga pants, here we come.
If I don't see you guys around between now and Thursday - the happiest of Thanksgivings to you and your loved ones :)
