Never before have I looked forward to my least favorite holiday. Thanksgiving has always been heavily peppered with being violently ill, family feuds, and obligations.

The violently ill comes from being allergic to turkey, and turkey by products. Early Thanksgiving memories include clutching the porcelain god for dear life. Eventually Thanksgiving feasts became fasts for me, cause I could not discern what did or did not contain turkey.

Family feuds stem from custody issues, visitation problems, and the fact that I did not eat the meal. Each adding to the tension of the day.

Lastly the obligations that I dreaded. Having everyone at dinner at 3 and done by 4 so that my family could be on the way to the next stop. Making sure that everyone made what they committed to. Then learning that the one safe to eat item (ham) on the table would no longer be served, cause it was too much effort... meaning I might not eat all day. I took up the obligation of making the ham for 7 years thru trial and error I made ham, candied ham each time edible but not good, till last year. Last year I perfected it. Now I make a damn good ham!

You might think this is why I eagerly tick off the days till thanksgiving, but this is not it. The reason is so much better. Depending on the worlds events I will either be preparing Thanksgiving dinner for my friends, and husband or I will be franticly preparing for his return. In either case, is it Thanksgiving Yet?