Every year at this time I think of how different my life would be had the pilgrims dined on peanut M&Ms instead of turkey. Ponder that for a moment: peanut M&Ms for dinner, leftover peanut M&Ms for lunch the next day; peanut M&M soup...and the best part, when the President has to pardon a pack of hard shell candy instead of turkey.
(note: is this the dumbest tradition ever? it's gotta be right up there)
Yup, these are the things you think about when your Thanksgiving trip to Montana has been canceled and you are 2862 miles from home.
For the 5th straight year, I'm away from Wyndmoor for Thanksgiving. It's always a little weird waking up -- it's the silence of a house where no one can sleep, only times 1000 -- but then you move into the day, and you're sitting at a friend's house eating and you think about just how blessed you are. I'm thankful for all of it: the friends, the food, the past 12 months, the holes in my favorite socks, the pneumonia that cut off my breathing and showed me how weak I am, the fact that people actually read these inane thoughts of mine, the fact that I'm 31 years old and still have roommates who will play video games with me...
For all the people from my past who stumble upon this blog because they get really, really bored at work and wind up googling me: I'm doing well as far as I can tell. Correct me if I'm wrong.
4 comments:
I could get behind a peanut M&M Thanksgiving revolution. Mainly because of the spectacular aesthetic potential... casserole dishes full of M&Ms? Oh the color and pattern possibilities. It'd be pretty, so yeah, I'm in.
I hope your day was fantastic, traditional menu and all.
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