It's the one day out of the year that binge eating is encouraged.
I inhaled food with my husband's family this year, all the while contemplating that THIS is the last holiday in which I will eat until I pass out.
What will next year be like? A bite here? A nibble there? Will everyone else notice that I'm eating off a saucer rather than a serving tray-sized plate?
I don't know. Maybe. Probably.
But I bet the chair won't squeak under my weight either. I won't have to sleep and shower down stairs because my arthritis is so crippling that I cannot climb the giant staircase.
Will I be able to do Black Friday shopping? Chase my niece and nephew around on the floor?
Yes. Yes, I will and that is a win.
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