Thanksgiving is upon us, and I am elbow-deep in dry bread cubes, cranberry loaves, and all the other major characters of this particular holiday. This is our first Thanksgiving without Theo, and I'm just now realizing that I will have to cook the gravy and mash the potatoes myself. If I had thought of that sooner, I would have paid for the darn plane ticket, you know?
Theo, in the meantime, will be a guest at one of his fellow cadets' homes for the holiday weekend. This situation has precipitated a cascade of worries on my part. And, of course, numerous texts to my hapless son:
On the drive down, pick up some flowers for his mom.
Offer to help in the kitchen!
How did my eldest reach the age of 20 not having ever been a house guest? You'd think we would have covered this ground before.
[Miss Manners image: Confessions of a Crafty Housewife]