Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and my husband won't be here. Funny thing is, when he is here, Thanksgiving is a 2 hour holiday. He cooks, I bake, we eat, then we are done. He sits and watches Football. I sit and watch the computer. Or my fingers typing on the computer. Or me talking to the computer because I'm annoyed with things written on the computer. This is not a tradition, unless you count doing the same thing everyday a tradition. Isn't it so funny how much more you notice things when they are gone? He'll be home 4 days later. I'm sure we can reenact this special day...
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