Thanks for not Giving me a headache Day.

I've never really understood the history of the Canadian Thanksgiving. It's actually pretty complicated compared to the American deal. But the polite Canadian in me has always deemed it a good idea to be thankful in general, so, what the hell. I can be thankful. Especially since it involves eating really good food, and plentiful amounts of it. So, once a year, I am thankful that I get to stuff my face with really good crap, clog my arteries, bind up my heart valves, and add a good solid ten pounds to my pink-cheeked chilly autumn ass.

For most of my adult life I have been really into the whole theme of it all. I've decorated the table with the pretty squash and dried leaves and shafts of wheat, made a Cornucopia, cooked all the food, baked everything from scratch, cleaned, decorated, cooked, baked, cleaned...after a few days of preparation I was always so exhausted I was just thankful for the energy to to crawl to the table and shovel it all in. Usually took me weeks to recuperate.

I've decided it's time to become wiser, since older is inevitable. Wiser means realizing that the way I've always done things might not have been the most efficient way to go about it all. Wiser means learning from past foolishness, and improving upon my methods. Wiser means delegating responsibility.

So. This year I intend to significantly lighten my work load. Con someone else (my hubby, the Beast) into cooking the turkey. Con yet another (my brother-in-law) into baking all the pies, and con a few others (my children) into tidying the house.

For my part, I will to my very best to show up looking rested, content, and very, very thankful.

Go team... >:]