my own personal butterball

This Thanksgiving is my count them....sixth one away from the USA and quite possibly the first year I didn´t cry. It just seemed different this year. I didn´t want to jump out of a window or stab myself between the eyes.

Maybe it´s because for the first time I have three different dinners to go to (Thur, Fri, Sat) or maybe it´s because I´m just used to not being home now and I don´t even remember what it´s like. But it´s probably because I have my own personal butterball to much on and nuzzle whenever I want. I even named her. Nora!