We go to my mom's every year, but she's going to be on a plane on Thanksgiving day this year. I don't care about Thanksgiving, but the kids do. However, I am having serious issues about cooking a bird. I can't eat with the bird on the table, first of all. Then Devon reaches over and pulls a leg off and I feel physically ill. See, why I like Thanksgiving so much. I don't think I can get past it to cook a turkey. And then...having to reach inside the bird to get the stuff out and wash it. I cannot do that. I just can't. I would have made a really bad pioneer. So, I'm just going to buy a turkey breast instead. Yes, I know it's still turkey, but I can stomach it. I can't eat meat if it resembles what it looked like alive. I really wish my mom was going to be here.