After my family's Thanksgiving dinner, we don't just feel full.

We collectively descend into a food coma so deep, you could swear a hibernating bear moved in.

My grandma keeps asking if I'm seeing anyone at Thanksgiving.

I tell her I'm seeing a lot of judgment, a little gravy, and a path straight to the pie.

My mom always says she "loves" my sister's green bean casserole at Thanksgiving.

But she won't let it touch any of the other food on her plate.

You know what they say about Thanksgiving dinner

It's the one time of year where we gather around the table and pretend to like each other's cooking.