It’ll be just be me and the dogs here at home, because Mr. S has to work. He’ll actually have more of a “Thanksgiving” than I will, because his co-workers are all bringing in stuff for a feast. Later today I’ll be making my apple torte for him to take.
Don’t know what I’ll do with myself. There’s always work to do. The house has gotten to be a bit of a mess, so it would actually feel good to get it spruced up a bit. Dunno if I’ll throw in any T-Day-specific movies like Planes, Trains, and Automobiles or What’s Cooking? Have to play it by ear. I suspect that wine will be involved at some point.
I’ll be following my own Thanksgiving tradition. Me and the cat watching football. Prolly gonna do a pot roast in the crock pot, and eat on it all weekend. Cat is lobbying hard for some kind of bird. May break down and do cornish hens or something. Don’t believe I have any wine. Do have a bottle of Jack Black though…
Wine yes. My gf and I had planned to do absolutely nothing. The kids are with the ex’s this year. Stare at the fire, drink wine, go out for dinner. Did I mention wine?
Doing nothing is a decade-old T-giving day tradition at my house. Turn off the phones, lock the doors, put on a stack of DVDs, make a small dinner, drink too much. We’ve finally got the relatives trained to not bother trying to call.
While I do have plans this year, I’ve spent many years without doing anything on Thanksgiving and not wanting to do anything on Thanksgiving. The period from Labor Day until Thanksgiving is almost 3 months and I really liked that day off from work.
I always do nothing for thanksgiving. Nothing to be thankful for, no one to be thankful to, nothing, nothing, glorious nothing.
I suppose I should be thankful for all the idiots off and out of my hair thanking someone (or Someone) for their lives being exactly as they would be without whatever they’re thanking for whatever.
I don’t understand Thanksgiving, never have, never will. But I like having the day off to sit around in my underwear all day, and watch old movies on TV.
I’ve worked retail third shifts for 15 years now, so by default I don’t get a Thanksgiving thanks to preparations for “black Friday.” I did get a Quorn Turk’y Roast, an apple pie, and some sharp cheddar for the pie, but that’s more to splurge on Friday morning once I escape the day-after shoppers.
I just moved to Austin, and with no family in the area, and my SO some 1,400 miles away, I’m probably going to be doing more unpacking, and exploration of my new environs.
Well, mrAru and I will be hanging up in Rochester at my mom’s from tonight through sunday. Not planning anything excetp gorging to somnolence on turkey thursday and catching dinner and a movie with Otakuloki friday or saturday. I have to work friday, but my boss doesnt care where I log in from <squeee>
Not exactly nothing – but my wife and I will be travelling across the US on Thanksgiving, then leaving LAX lat that evening for a holiday in Australia (thereby completely missing Black Friday).
I switched the two holidays at work (and got paid 20 bucks by a coworker what was unaware that I’d prefer to have Thanksgiving off).
I work until 11pm on Christmas Eve, would have to rush from here to my family’s place about an hour and a half away, go to bed, wake up and do the whole present thing, then rush back so I could be at work the next day while having slept at least 8 hours. No thanks.
I’ll do what I did last year… Visit my parents place, stuff myself with food, watch some football, drink beer, and end the night watching National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation… And work a double on Christmas for all the extra holiday pay and overtime.
Kinda the opposite… But still skipping one of those major holidays nobody skips.
Since Hallgirl1 is working, we’ll be doing Thanksgiving on Sunday when she comes into town. Tomorrow, it’s just Hallboy and me. I was thinking of going out to dinner, but haven’t made reservations yet…
My other big plan is to clean the bathroom (it’s gotten rather disgusting and has only been surfaced cleaned for the past month or so) and read through my four day weekend.
We never do anything for Thanksgiving, and this year we’re doing even more nothing since my husband has chosen to work. I’ll sit at home and do something or other on the computer, I suppose, which is pretty much what I’ve done for the last couple of years.
It doesn’t sound like much fun until I think of my little brother who will be dragged through every mall in the upper midwest by his wife on Black Friday. Sitting at home alone is magic compared to that.
Nothing on the actual day, for the second year in a row. We’re going to my husband’s cousin’s house on Friday–we’re having “Thanksgiving” dinner on Saturday. I might make a pizza on Thursday.
Pretty much nothing. I had t-day last Thursday with my family to make things easier all around. So tomorrow my roomie and I will have a canned ham, some side dishes and rolls. And that will be all, thank god.
I’m watching lots of movies, on account of not having classes for a week (because of a wacky schedule and one lazy professor). I loathe the smell of turkey and have never been big on ritual gluttony, so a bottle of wine with some good pita and hummus suits me just fine.
And if I’m lucky and the weather cooperates, I might get to go for a hike in silent, snowy woods, which is about three steps away from Nirvana for me.
Just me and the dogs; maybe we’ll order a pizza. I have to keep it a secret, though: whenever I tell someone, s/he invariably feels compelled to invite me to his/her family ordeal. It’s pathological. I can see the same look spreading over each person’s face before they cough up the invitation. Sometimes it’s reluctant pity, other times it’s abject horror (“alone?! but you can’t be alone on thanks-wah-wah”). It’s nice of them, I suppose, but I can’t really think of anything more horrid than being inserted into someone else’s family holiday dinner.
Just me at home, but I cook a small, traditional dinner. (I have a very small family, so Thanksgiving was never terribly elaborate.) I’m not a great cook, just trying to get a little better each year. The first year I was just trying not to poison myself. If I ever do have someone to cook for, I want to be ready.
