Not a hard decision. I like to stay home every chance I get.
Unless I want to go somewhere.
Which I didn't.
Then my mom calls me at work in the middle of the day last week.
Once my heart stopped pounding loudly and I could hear what she said, I realized she was asking me if we would be home for Thanksgiving.
Which we would, coincidentally.
Once she and dad make their tour around the state attending 50th wedding anniversary parties and visiting other family members they've decided to crash our Thanksgiving party.
And bring half our living relatives with them.
I don't mean to be unkind, but I'm glad our numbers have dwindled over the years.
Cause as it is, I'm going to have to make Thanksgiving dinner stretch by making lots of desserts.
Maybe I should tell them to bring a couple more...