Bekahbrunstetter posted: " Thanksgiving, particularly when I'm hosting it, is typically when my dreams and expectations and dog eared fall magazines collide with my own limitations, and with life, and viral illnesses, and the turkey is dry des" PLAYS | TV | BAKED GOODS | FORCED MOMENTS | NC IN LA
Thanksgiving, particularly when I'm hosting it, is typically when my dreams and expectations and dog eared fall magazines collide with my own limitations, and with life, and viral illnesses, and the turkey is dry despite the pound of butter I rubbed on it and the sweet potatoes are too wet and my pants are tight and I can't find the words to express my love, and I'm irritable for no reason, and then I get my period, and all that's left are the people that mean the most to me, participating, eating what I've made them, indulging me, just being together, the perfect sort of boring and wonderful togetherness, telling me the green beans are restaurant quality, if only I could taste them. Joe doesn't want green beans, or stuffing, he wants to crawl around on the ground like a dog. He's at my feet and I ask him what he's thankful for. You, mama.
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