To start off a typical Thanksgiving, I wake up and spend my
first 3 hours of the day traveling to the exciting town of Owensboro Kentucky.
Don’t get me wrong I love spending time with my family but Owensboro is one of
the most boring places in the United States. Once I get there I am greeted by
my grandparents and there abnormally energetic dog. We sit around watching the
end of the Macy’s Day Parade and the Dog Show while my grandmother huffs around
the kitchen, typically angry no one is helping even though she won’t let us.
Once the dinner is made my great grandfather (who is 93 and scarily still
drives) and my aunt head over. Being the only grandchild, I am by far the
youngest of the group. We sit around the table filled with turkey, ham, mash
potatoes, stuffing, green beans, grits, rolls, cranberry sauce and gravy. It is
a typical southern Thanksgiving. We eat and talk and eat some more until we
pass out. It has to be one of my favorite days consisting of family and food.
How could it get any better?
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