Since it’s my first American Thanksgiving, I asked Tracy what is a typical rundown of this special holiday.
And I did learn something.

First, everybody has to brave the agony of travel stress, the day before.
Then come morning, everybody wakes up to the beautiful sights, sounds and colors of the
Macy’s Day Parade. A display of amazing and inspiring floats that parades through New York city streets.
This year there is a very special addition to the big beautiful balloons and floats,
The winner of American Idol, Ruben.

Then all the women of the house stay in the kitchen and prepare the feast,
while all the men, do whatever they want to do.
Watch TV, Football, Car races, or whatever is on.

Then everybody stuff themselves with the most amazing
gut-popping, artery-clogging, belt-unbuttoning feast of food that they can consume,
and in the end, Men go back to watching TV, while the women clean up and share stories
or gossips, or whatever happens in there, I don’t know.

Then every one would have leftover turkey for lunch the next day.
Which is fine.
Until say about Sunday, where everybody says the exact same thing:
“If I ever eat any more of this Turkey, I will lose my mind!!!”

So anyways, somewhere in all of this, I learned one thing.
The reason why Men don’t help Women in the kitchen is because
If we were in there, there would be no more food left for the actual celebration.

Oh, and I hope somewhere, somehow,
Everybody was able to squeeze in a little prayer, for the things we are truly thankful for.

Like,
Thank you God, I don’t have to eat Turkey again for a whole year!