Thanksgiving at our house is never like that Norman Rockwell painting. Not even close.

It’s always a struggle trying to meet everyone’s dietary needs. My daughter is a vegetarian. My son’s girlfriend is vegan. My son doesn’t care for turkey. He prefers Cornish hens. My wife prefers duck. I hate duck. My daughter’s boyfriend likes to have lamb chops for Thanksgiving. Seriously?

Everyone loves sweet potato soufflé except me. I loathe sweet potatoes. Everyone loves pecan pie except me. I can’t stand pecan pie. Nor pumpkin pie. And who the hell came up with jellied cranberry sauce?My perfect Thanksgiving would be munching on Buffalo chicken wings dipped in blue cheese dressing, drinking a bottle of beer, and watching football.

(120 words exactly)

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Written for this month’s Tell Me a Tale in EXACTLY 120 Words prompt. The challenge is to write about what you will be doing on Thanksgiving day.