"So who's going to carve the bird?" called my mother from the dining room. It was the day after Thanksgiving, which happened to be my immediate second Thanksgiving.
Don't get me wrong, the first one was delicious, but you tend to get immediately full at even the mention of 'food' several days after, so you can imagine what was going through my head and my stomach.
We all sat around the dining table, for my family the second time, and wolfed down hot gravy on top of thick mashed potatoes, buttered bread, turkey, and pretty much everything else.
A day after, I could hardly eat anything; I still felt like I was going to explode. We'd had a great time those two days, but it was still insanely trying to eat even just a cheese stick.
In short, I spent Thanksgiving waddling around like an overstuffed turkey, sleeping until mid afternoon. It was great, however, and I had lots of fun playing with my younger cousins and catching up with everyone else, although I mostly just played with the little ones.
Finally, I'm able to eat comfortably again!
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