Weekly Confessional

I've been dreaming of eating Thanksgiving dinner ever since the last week of Halloween. Okay, October. October should just be called Halloween Month slash Birthday Month. I also dream of large dinners at perfectly set dinning room tables and smiles on everyone's faces. I don't know why, mostly I blame Martha Stewart, there is just something very calming about the whole facade to me. You know if it really weren't a facade and I'm not reminded what would actually happen if my entire family were to get together. It would be far from perfect, a quality I both adore and one that makes me cringe. Thanksgiving dinner can be a nightmare and lovely all at the same time. We usually end up doing it with both of our families which isn't very relaxing. I can't wait to have a house someday and make them all come to our house. I would of course attempt the perfect feast and extraordinarily decorated table. This makes me all warm and fuzzy and yet stresses me all out at the same time and I remember how thankful I actually am that I don't have a house and am not obligated to host any holidays.

As I was browsing the latest issue of Better Homes I couldn't help but think (after I relieved myself of any jealousy) does anyone have Thanksgiving dinner like this? Is anyone's house this perfectly situated and heart-warming? I'm guessing not so much but if yours is, can I be invited? I just want to experience this once in my life. Just once.