Happy Day of Excess

Ok, it’s pretty well accepted that Thanksgiving is the National Day of Excess here in the United States.  However, I would propose that Thanksgiving is traditionally planned, managed, and executed by the women of the nation.  Granted, we love them for it, but they are the ones who are up at all God awful hours of the morning, and spend most of the day slaving away in front of the oven. 

But today is all about us men.  Today is the day WE make the plans, we fire up the grills and order the wings.  Beer flows freely from the refrigerators, and chips bask in onion dip goodness.  We sit in front of obscenely large televisions – more and more so in high definition – and root our favorite teams on.  For most of us in the nation, our teams sucked to the point of not making the big dance, so our cheers are based on our position in the football pools for which we spent hours choosing one square over the next, irregardless that one square is not better than the other until the numbers are chosen.

So here’s to us men, and our day of plenty!  May the food always be hot and spicy, the beer never run out, and the commercials rock over last year.  Finally, I hope everyone can choose to celebrate “National Day-After-The-Superbowl” day with me tomorrow, and take a vacation day from work.