A few years ago I was being made fun of by some American friends for
celebrating REAL Thanksgiving in October. We’ve only been celebrating
it since 1957, BUT apparently it can be traced back to Martin Frobisher
getting lost up north somewhere way back in 1578! SO THERE!
Anyway, my plan is to go home to Victoria and play with my adorable
niece, and cook a turkey and have my family yell at me because I accidentally
poured some gravy down the sink, and yell back at them that they should
be THANKFUL that I’m there cooking their whole dinner and shut up
already. I can hardly wait!