‘‘Twas the Night before Thanksgiving
And all through John and Jacy’s apartment
Not a creature was stirring
Except for my exorcist puking into the guest bathroom toilet, an errant smoothie perhaps?
And puke I kept puking! All through my favorite day
Moaning stuffing instructions from my sick bed, where I did stay
Not a bite I consumed, not a Morsel I baked
Except for this buttermilk pie I thankfully eeked out on Wednesday (HIGHLY recommend.)
What’s the lesson here? Should one be made?
I’m grateful for family, for pillows, for Gatorade
Maybe release expectations, be Grateful for Life?
Keep saltines in the house.
Merry Thanksgiving to All, and to All a good night. 🤮