I can’t believe it is Thanksgiving already.  I’ve barely had enough time to breathe in the past few months let alone prepare for the upcoming holiday onslaught.

Wait a minute.  Who am I kidding?

I prepare for nothing. I buy some flowers and some wine and head on over to someone else’s house.  I’ve been getting away with it for years.  We usually take turns visiting my parents in Maryland and my husband’s family in New Jersey.  That, in a nutshell, is our tradition.

Dinner is usually prepared my mom (yay, stuffing!) or my sister-in-law (yay, cocktails!). I keep busy by messing around in the kitchen and pretending to be helpful while sipping on vino.  It works for me, okay?

I do nothing and yet somehow I am fed. 

The fact that I don’t possess the talent needed to cook ginormous holiday meals has occasionally backfired, though.

Like that time that I didn’t want to make my mother-in-law cook a huge dinner just to accommodate us and we ended up spending Thanksgiving in a DINER.  In New Jersey. With two children under the age of five. FOR OVER TWO AND A HALF HOURS.

Yeah, it was THAT bad.

I no longer leave big meals to chance.  Not that I have learned how to cook a bird, just that I bring enough alcohol to make the hostess very, very happy.

So who wants some company next year?