Besides the fact that I’m not looking forward to putting my poor dizzy dog into a car and dragging him all the way across the city, I’m not really looking forward to the idea of Thanksgiving at all this year.

I’ve never been a huge fan of turkey, but just the thought of the smell is making me gag out loud. The idea of ham makes me want to forcibly remove my tongue. It really is that bad. I can’t help but picture how things will look on the way out, so everything with brown gravy horrifies me.

However, I am looking very forward to mashed potatoes, sans gravy. I could eat piles of that right this moment. In fact, I think it may be the only thing I’ll be eating for thanksgiving this year. Which I am completely okay with.