It really is a shame because according to myself, I'm getting better and better at it.
I am sorry, but it doesn't get any cuter than this:
We're gearing up for tomorrow. I've been to the grocery store four times in the last three days. And each time I've been, I've wanted to poke my own eyes out.
Our house smells like pumpkin pie spice. And chicken (because Husband makes his own chicken stock for his cornbread dressing). And mashed potatoes.
I love Thanksgiving.