Surviving the Day

My myriad of cracks shine particularly bright on Thanksgiving.

Each fissure is impossible to hide with family swarming about, so the whole day becomes a series of strategical maneuvers intended to ensure survival while alienating the least amount of relatives.

I’m quite sure this is NOT what the pilgrims had in mind.

Here’s to survival, everyone, and seeing you on the other side of the turkey.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe