I don't cook. It's not my thing. My son's girlfriend, however, L-O-V-E loves to cook. She's good at it, too. So you can imagine the horror in her eyes when I told her that my cranberry sauce comes from a can, my rolls are bought prepackaged, my dressing comes in a box and I let Saralee worry about making the perfect pumpkin pie. I thought she was going to faint when I told her how excited I was to find prepared mashed potatoes in a 32 oz. tub!
This year we've been invited to her house for Thanksgiving! I've been asked not to bring anything. I guess I won't have to dust out the ol' oven afterall. I can't wait to see her reaction when I tell her how I prepare my Christmas meal!
In all seriousness, though, may you count your many blessings and make your many blessings count!
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. Thank you for being such a blessing to me.
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