The hardest part about Thanksgiving dinner at our house isn't the political debates or the burnt rolls.

It's trying to discreetly unbutton your pants under the table without anyone noticing.

Our family Thanksgiving dinner is the one time of year where we all come together

and silently judge each other's life choices over a plate of dry turkey

Why was the stuffing always so confident?

Because it knew it was the stuff of legends!

Why did the cranberry sauce go to therapy?

Because it was feeling a little jellied under the pressure!