I’m sure all of the non-Yankee Dopers join in wishing our American friends a happy Thanksgiving!! (Try not to o.d. on turkey, football, and close proximity to relatives.)
Well since I work for a American Multinational monster I’ll be having Thanksgiving dinner here tonight.
All the best to my American friends.
A lot of my American colleagues are overseas now.
Happy Turkey Day, America!
p.s. yojimbo! Your home connection is still kaput?
On Behalf of America I thank you and give you permission to goof off at work today, in honor of our feast. 
Thanks kindly from my part of the map…
I am going to hang out with my brother, sis-in-law, niece and nephew. A mellow but good time I am sure. A small and simple holiday for us.
But why am I still awake?
< partly because an old AOL male friend that I have known for a while called me tonight…I am a little giddy, he’s cute, nice, kind and we have a lot in common but I wont let all that go to my head, or will I? >
And Goof off work, I shall do! Woo-Hoo!!!
I’m back and this time I mean business. 
Happy Thanksgiving, kids!
We’ll go on fighting ignorance in your absence, ok? No need to worry.
Yup, same here, eat a Soykey for me.
We’re doing Thanksgiving on Sunday, since today is (no surprise) an ordinary working day here in Norge. However, there is something to be thankful for already today: the wet stuff has stopped falling on our heads and there’s this glowing yellowish ball up in the sky. Of course we’re still under flood watch 
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you, wherever you are, whenever you celebrate. And even if you don’t.
Thank You
Nuff’ said
Today’s order of business:
- Turkey
- Football
- Nap
- Repeat
Thanks, jti.
have a great thanksgiving all!
Sounds like a good plan Rysdad. I’ll be following that plan just as soon as I can.
But there’s a small problem over here, and I need the aid of the London Doper’s to help me out.
My rents are currently visiting your fine country while I stay behind and watch over their house. It’s kinda nice, a little fire going, whole place to myself. Beats my apartment any day.
The problem? While they left me fully informed on what to do with the turkey, stuffing, and all the fixings, my Dad forgot to tell me where he left the meat probe for the oven.
Now, I know it’s a big country, but if you spot an American, about 62 years old, 5’10 with greying sandy brown hair and a bit of a belly (Those wacky aging Americans), looking a tad confused but confident, would you approach him and tell him his son wants to know where he hid the Damn meat probe? I’d really appreciate it.
And yohimbo, I wondered where my drinking buddy went. Glad to see you back. Since you don’t celebrate gobble day down where you are, I’ll have an extra drink in your honor later today.
Chris,
Do you really want somebody to walk up to your dad "Hey, where did you hide your meat probe?"
Does he:
A) Punch said interrogator in the nose,
OR
B) Say “Is that waht the kids are calling it nowadays?”
Knowing my dad, the first thing he would say is, “Haahhh!?! What was that?”
You don’t really need a meat probe. Just wiggle the leg. 
Thanks for the good wishes. Makes me a bit ashamed that I’m not familiar with non-US holidays. A Danish friend recently told me about Mortenson’s Day, and I’m going to look it up.
::waves Old Glory::
That’s a big thank you from this side of the pond(s).
All The Best,
Chris
- Happy Thanksgiving, friends.