But sort of.
Maybe more like an oversized overly full turkey who becomes one with the couch cushions and “watches” Thanksgiving Day football from behind the eyelids, not waking for 2 hours while the clinks and clanks of dishes being scrubbed happen in some far far away place by someone other than yourself.
My jeans are still tight.
We had Thanksgiving in Maine with my family–just 9 of us this year, sometimes it’s been bigger, but 9 is perfect too:)
I’ll post pics..what is there to say about it? I think the food speaks for itself.