I am a nervous wreck. And likely to remain so for an entire year. Patrick is going to be on call next Thanksgiving (meaning he must be within two hours of work at all times) so we are going to invite the whole famdamily down here for turkey, football, and wine. Lots and lots of wine. There are several problems with this scenario:

1. I don’t have a whole hell of a lot of room in my house. Don’t get me wrong, three bedrooms for two people is more than enough room. But three bedrooms for like anywhere from ten to fifteen people is a little bit of a stretch.

2. I have kind of a small kitchen. Thanksgiving has been at my parents’ house for as long as I can remember. And my parents have this enormous kitchen that is ideal for all of us getting in there and making a big ass mess on Thanksgiving. Me? Not so much. I am already stressed out about this. Where will everyone go?

3. We do not bake turkeys; we cook them on the grill. Well, my daddy cooks them on the grill and they are Y-U-M-M-Y. I? Have never in my life cooked a turkey and Patrick? Has already told me he doesn’t know how to carve a turkey. The rest of the cooking does not scare me because one thing I can do and do VERY WELL is cook. And for lots of people. No worries there. Is a turkey really necessary? Yeah…I guess it kind of is. Damn.

4. I am also concerned about where all these alleged people will sit to eat. (Along with where they will sleep and shower and poop and such.)

5. I am hoping with every fiber of my being that I won’t have to stress about most of these things because next Thanksgiving I will be all knocked up and shit and people will do the worrying for me while saying just sit down and put your feet up. Here, this little teensy glass of wine will be just what you need (because in my family, that cures everything and we are firm believers in the one glass a day theory unless you are pregnant and then you only get two glasses a week…no hate mail people, it has been medically approved.)

6. In spite of all this (and the mother-in-law’s none too happy reaction to the news that Thanksgiving would NOT be in Knox Vegas next year) I’m actually pretty excited about it. I think it will make me feel VERY grown up. Which I still refuse to believe that I am. Although I am closing in on 30 with rapid speed so at some point I’m probably going to have to step out of the whole denial thing…