Yes, MAMMAKAZES. Countdown to turkey time. Time to clean, truss, stuff and whip up. And I’m just talking about myself.

It’s a manic week of preparation that climaxes in 30 minutes of gluttony… Which is then followed by another four weeks of sporadic gluttony that then inspires months of those annoying Nurtrisystem and Bally’s commercials. Ugh.

In addition to the feeding frenzy, there’s the  shopping frenzy followed by the hitting the store for returns and to cash in your gift card frenzy. I’m exhausted just thinking about it.  But I’ll do it. Know why? It’s tradition. And what is life without tradition? Well, it’s a lot more relaxing and stress-free, that’s for sure. But then, it wouldn’t be the holidays without stress. And let’s be honest. I’d rather be stressed out about making sure my toilets are clean for company than whether or not I’ll die from the pox during the long, cold winter, like the Pilgrims.

For this I am thankful.