The family arrives later. We'll have seventeen people at the Thanksgiving table this year and more food than any of us can possibly eat. In preparation for the food fest, I'm going to strap on my knee brace and hit the exercise bike in the basement. It's no Turkey Trot, but the ride will make me feel a teeny bit less guilty about that second slab of pie I'm likely to have later. And it wouldn't be a Sipple holiday without this little lady--my 1960s Chatty Cathy that my sister (inexplicably) decorates for every single holiday. On this creepy note, I wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving!
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