Thanksgiving

Tomorrow begins a monumental weekend of turkey eating. Whee. Sometimes I wish the Canadian Thanksgiving was more like the American one...or is that just a TV construct? I have this idea that an American Thanksgiving involves 12 happy people sitting around a huge and gorgeous spread (complete with tiny pinecone turkey placecards), chattering politely in their knitted pullovers before retiring for a spot of touch football where no-one gets mucky.

Here, there isn't a lot of symbolism to the event. It's a nice day, but in the end, it's just a long weekend. Not that it is even that for me...I don't get the Monday off as my company works as per the American calendar.

I cook my first Turkey tomorrow for the in-laws. I hope everything turns out for the best. Being me, I would like to take this moment to completely outshine all previous efforts of everyone who came before me. More than likely, I will end up with a turkey more like my Dad's...burnt on the outside, slimy raw on the in. Mmmm, cajun style.

So, here is what I have to give thanks for. Note that "Having the day off" is no longer applicable. I am thankful for:

• MF
• My job
• A roof over my head
• Money in the bank
• My furkids
• My general good fortune in recent days
• Bunnies
• Low sodium club soda
• Ryan Reynolds
• Laughter
• Snuggling
• Saturday mornings
• My family (I guess)
• Canadians
• Registries
• My peeps and homies
• Cheese
• Brad Pitt in "Troy"
• Convoluted conversations
• Blogging
• Backrubs
• Marcy, my colourist (yes, she really IS that good)
• Television
• Advice columns
• Procrastination
• The colour pink

I think that covers it. Happy Thanksgiving everyone.