Source: Oh My Disney
Thanksgiving day is finally here, and you are so excited.
You settle in to watch the parade—cross your fingers for a good Disney float!
After that, you do a quick workout, mostly to get your appetite going.
Suddenly, your mom gets overwhelmed and needs help in the kitchen. Challenge accepted.
You perfectly time the cooking of the green beans and mashed potatoes, and you’ve never felt more awesome.
Then, you put on your best outfit to impress all the guests coming over.
Your trio of elderly aunts shows up early, naturally.
You choose to hang out with your little cousins, and they show you cool stuff, like loose teeth.
But, you’re getting pretty hungry. You’re really feeling ready for dinner.
FINALLY, dinner is served, and you bust through the dining room doors like nobody’s business.
But then your mother seats you next to your brother’s weird friend from college.
It’s all okay after you see the turkey on the table and it looks so… beautiful.
You load up on all the best delights.
But then someone takes the drumstick WHEN IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE YOURS.
The issue resolves itself (phew) and you delight in the feast before you.
Even though you thought you’d never eat again, an hour or so after dinner, you grab a little snack.
Later on, some people chat and play games, but you settle in for a nap, per usual.
Before you drift off, you realize that tomorrow, you’ll get to eat a delicious turkey, cranberry, stuffing sandwich.
It’s a wonderful holiday, isn’t it?