When I woke up this morning, I had a brainstorm. I would do a Thanksgiving Thursday Thirteen, listing 13 things I'm thankful for that start with "th." Gotta love alliteration.
Here's the actual stream of consciousness that meandered through my mind.
Okay. Let's see. One: thumbs. Two: thread. Three: Thoroughgood, George. Four: .... hmm, this is going to be harder than I thought. ....
Wait. I'm not thankful for those. ...
I can pretend I have a lisp.
That's not gonna work...
Why didn't the Puritans call this "Grateful Day?" I bet I can think of lots of things starting with "gr."
The first thing I come up with is gravy? Well, that explains the thunder thighs.
Foie gras. What the heck? Where did that come from? I don't even know what foie gras is. Do rabbits eat it?
Lewis Carroll knew nothing about rabbit holes. My neural connections just veer off into these bizarre dark caverns in my brain. ...
I should donate my brain to science. ...
It went on from there, involving things like thatched roofs, Martha Stewart, and Sesame Street. I'll spare you the details.
In the end, I just decided to wish everyone a warm & blessed Thanksgiving. At our house, the holiday will be fondly remembered as The Year Mom Forgot to Buy Cranberry Sauce and StuffMart Was Sold Out Of It On Wednesday Afternoon.