Billie I cooked! I didn't want to jinx myself and told almost no one but I did it. Pulled off a lovely Thanksgiving feast complete with moist browned fowl, stuffed with everything from sausage to celery to onions and of course seasons bread, two different kinds of sweet potatoes, mashed of course, baked corn, and the only cheat I used was biscuits in a tin, (that is a necessity, hockey pucks are not usually welcome at the dinner table and for some reason that is what I end up with when I try to make biscuits) anyway........pumpkin pie and roll with cream cheese, a pecan pie went to the neighbors next door......and It was a disaster. Bob had to work, he left at midnight and didn't get in till after ten yesterday morning, he was tired grumpy, and downright irritated with life, during dinner he picked on Nick, table manners, (they were bad) shot several mean looks while Nick was once again being a teen and shoveling food faster than the fork would allow, and you could have cut the tension in the air with a knife, not the one I used to carve the lovely juicy turkey with. Go figure! Had I been laying in the bed with the railroad spikes being pounded in my head, everyone would have played nicely and life would have been grand with left over pizza and stale bread. I have resigned myself to the fact, Thanksgiving is going to be a crapper of a day, so beg off with a headache and a new book, send the boy to his room to closet himself with his video games, you won't see him unless he has to use the bathroom and even then I wonder about that, of course I really don't want to know so I do not wonder too far.....and Bob will have to fend for himself, he will fix something, play the martyr because he has too, but be so busy trying to get a frozen dinner on the table, he won't have time to be tired and mean. Solutions, don't ya love them, remind me next year or I will attempt to do the entire day all over again just to have similar results! I feel a headache coming on already, think I am going to hide the next three days starting this afternoon when Bob gets home, have to figure out how to type quietly, if they know I am on the computer they will know I am not feeling all that bad!