In my family, the most anticipated event at Thanksgiving isn't the food or the football game

it's watching my aunt and uncle try to use Snapchat to send a group photo

Our family's Thanksgiving dinner seating chart isn't about politeness or proximity to the food.

It's a strategic battlefield plan to minimize exposure to Uncle Steve's political theories and Aunt Carol's 'When are you getting married?' interrogation.

I've got a great idea for a Thanksgiving joke, but it's still in the

thawing-out process

Why did the cranberry sauce go to the doctor?

It was feeling a little saucy and had a berry bad cough!