Ack! Chevy, I'm SOOOO sorry!!! Okay, everyone, let's tell Chevy all our Thanksgiving horror stories to make her feel better. Here are mine:
There was one year when I started miscarrying the day before Thanksgiving and my doctor ordered me to bed for the duration, to see if I'd be able to keep the baby (I was toward the end of the first trimester). Well, I had a big party planned, as usual, with lots of friends coming over, so I called and explained that, while I had the fixings for the dinner, I would be unable to cook it. My dear girlfriends said never mind, we'll do it for you, so everyone came over and cooked Thanksgiving dinner at my house. It was a riot! Periodically people would yell at me to go and lie down because I kept trying to get up. Unfortunately, I lost the baby anyway, and every time I hear "All I Want For Christmas Is You" I think of that little one.
Then there was the memorable year when Jennie, who was about two years old, got strep throat and we had to go to the emergency room of the hospital on Thanksgiving Day -- us and about 100 other people. We got to spend the day there with a sick, irritable toddler and had a really yucky Thanksgiving dinner from the hospital cafeteria. FINALLY Jennie was seen and given a choice of 10 days of liquid medicine or one shot. In chorus, including her, we chose the one shot, but it took three nurses to hold her down.
Good luck!
Lots of love,
Nina