If I know me, I'll be the root cause of some craziness -- something that will embarrass my sister/hostess in front of her family. One year I made fart noises with my jeans by twisting my butt in her freshly polished dining room chairs. Another time I sat at the kids' table and instigated general mayhem. Okay, last year that happened. Last year I sat at the kids' table.
My sister and her husband are unbelievable cooks. They prepare dishes for the meal that are so elaborate and wonderful that I cannot even pronounce the names of the recipes. If it's anything more complicated than turkey, mashed potatoes, squash, and cranberry sauce (jellied, not whole berry), I know I'm in trouble. I have been practicing my enunciation wall week: "Pahdon-nay moi, but do you haaaave any Greyyyyy Pouponnnnn.....?" Seriously, though -- I am going to eat like a czarina at my sister's house.
As for the rest of it, HAPPY THANKSGIVING. Let's do it all over again next November.
