The Wife has been working on tomorrow for the last five days.
Day One: Get the place settings cleaned and ready to put out. Everything stacked and covered with towels.
Day Two: Iron the tablecloth. Do the shopping.
Day Three: The turkey is quietly defrosting in the refrigerator. The Punkin' Pie* is made as is the apple pie. Threaten Husband and TechnoBoy with great bodily harm if any is missing upon return from Choir Practice. Pies still intact. All males still alive.
*(Punkin' Pie is homemade with loooooove; Pumpkin pie is the store-bought stuff)
Day Four (today): Salads, deviled eggs, and veggies whipped into shape and nestled cozily in the 'fridge.
Day Five: No way around it for our family. It will be the "Roseanne" line of "It's 4 in the morning and I have my hand up a turkey's fanny."
The table will be set by 7.
By 8 the Little-House-On-The-Corner will be full of smells that will bring back many memories . . and the Elixir of Knowledge will flow freely.
By 11 the arrival of family banter will begin.
Around Noon, the feasting will, too.
By 2, the tryptophan should kick in.
Naps shortly thereafter.
Leftover grazing will commence at dusk.
Yep. The Wife is a pretty, pretty smart cookie.
She knows the answer to that age-old riddle.
"How do you eat an elephant?"
"One bite at a time."
(And if you take a week or so, you can savor each mouthful.)
From our family to yours, have a very Happy Thanksgiving, eh?