Happy Thanksgiving, Kids

I’m sure everyone else in the world has left work already, but I am still here, despite the fact that we “closed” at 2 p.m. Sigh. Since I’m not traveling (I generally refuse to travel for Thanksgiving; it’s just not worth the hassle.), it’s not like I have to be anywhere this afternoon. And I am hoping to see a movie after work, so it makes sense to just stay downtown. I am going to go out and eat a big dinner tonight to try to prepare my stomach for eating two Thanksgiving dinners tomorrow. Ugh. Yes, I know I could just eat small portions and politely refuse seconds (my preferred course of action, seeing as I am on this whole healthy eating/fitness kick), but then I run the risk of offending one or the other of my divorced parents. If I eat too much at Dad’s, Mom will surely take it personally. (Never mind that she is not cooking the second dinner—my godmother and her husband are—she will still take it personally.) “I guess you ate a lot at your father’s?” she is likely to say (in a martyr-ish tone). Luckily, Lord Kissington is positively gleeful at the prospect of two dinners, and I’m hoping he will eat enough for both of us. Have I mentioned that Thanksgiving is not exactly my favorite holiday? It’s all the stress of Christmas, with none of the fun presents.