It wouldn't be so dismal if we got the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving special on TV

We've not been alone together for Thanksgiving ... ever. Yet.

It's like that one last frontier; that last "first" day we've got to share together. Or maybe it's not that dramatic.

For the sake of blogging, let's say it is that dramatic. Because it's a holiday -- pre-Christmas, if you want to get Erin-Technical -- filled with mashed potatoes, gravy, mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie, a little turkey, mashed potatoes and cranberries. Oh, and family. It's supposed to have that, too. And we'll be sharing it here, in our quiet house, probably eating take-out or ordering pizza from some lonely pizza place that has a skeleton shift on for all the losers like us who order out instead of waiting four or five hours to cook some bird.

I'd say I was excited about it if it weren't so anticlimactic. Nothing feels like a holiday when you don't get to go anywhere for it. The good news is, I like Dave, so I guess that part won't be so bad. I guess. Gooooosh. Bring on the Trivial Pursuit and KFC mashed potatoes. Yum.