For a person who is essentially scared of food, Thanksgiving isn’t good times.

Usually, I try to avoid the glut of it.

This year sees a change of strategy.

I’m going to try to embrace Thanksgiving. Hold the freaking holiday so tight to my chest that I’ll choke out the orneriest bits of the turkey-headed beast.

Admittedly, this plan relies on all my orneriest bits behaving themselves (i.e. mind, stomach, nerves, stomach, gag reflex, stomach).

I fear the flaw lies here. (But when doesn’t the flaw lie here?)

I’ll keep you updated on Operation Big Squeeze.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe