Turkeh

My days of giving thanks are not days of giving thanks. They are more along the lines of “days of the eating of vibrant amounts of food and awkward family gatherings”. They are days where my self-induced near nuclear family join together to eat a meal. And then we hope nothing causes any problems throughout the day. We typically go to the glass garden down at the hotel by Rupp arena for the meal. They changed their name recently, but it escapes me currently. We sit and chat, stuffing our faces with stuffing, turkey, and the likes. We compliment the sweet potatoes. We ALWAYS compliment the sweet potatoes. And then we’re done. We all get in our cars and head home. No thanks were given, only money spent on extravagant amounts of food.

Not to say I don’t give thanks. I’m glad I have all the opportunities I’ve been given. However, the holiday isn’t a reason I give my thanks. It’s because it’s the right thing to do.