And look, if you’re the type to get up and a run of Thanksgiving, more power to you. I’m more than happy to drink some beers with you at the finish line, but I’m not doing it, I’m just not.
Luckily, I didn’t marry into the kind of family that does shit like that. Others, not so much…
Just watch the soul leave this poor bastard’s body when his wife tells him she signed them up for a turkey trot. She’s kidding, but he doesn’t know that.
And while I enjoy watching him suffer through this argument, I enjoy his firm rejection of the idea even more. Remember men, you can say no to the turkey trot. I know it’s hard, but stand your ground… she won’t divorce you.