You wake up, and your first thought is “THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE FOOD DAY.”
You rush downstairs, only to find your mother obsessively polishing wine glasses and cleaning the entire house (with no regard for the fact that Thanksgiving is only held in the dining room).
Your intentions are clear, however.
Remembering the parade is on, you settle for watching that while you wait for your family to come over.
Finally, you hear your family begin to arrive and get super excited.
As you sit down to dinner, your aunts, uncles, and grandparents begin to ask the typical questions: “So do you have a boyfriend? Are you doing well in school? Have you gotten a job yet?”
But it’s fine because food!
As the dinner begins to dwindle down, you notice certain family members have had a little too much grown-up grape juice.
You all make your way into the living room to watch football (naturally). You’re all really, really passionate.
Everyone slowly (but surely) begins to file out of the house.
You get kind of sad because, no matter what, you love your family to pieces.
You remember that there are leftovers so you race into the kitchen to capitalize on that.
Commence food coma. See you all in 12 hours.