A Thanksgiving story of survival

Well, if you’re reading this, that means you survived!

It looks like we’re both back from another day of thanks and Mama’s great food.

I’m not sure how your holiday went, but I can tell you that mine was crazy. There were epic battles, danger was around every corner and I very nearly didn’t make it.

For instance, on Thanksgiving Day, I had to battle it out with my own mother over the spoon for the dressing.

For a moment, it was dicey. We stood in the kitchen with our swords (butter knives) drawn, and it was threatened that I would be written out of the will.

I know which battles to fight and which to give up, so I just let her have the first scoop of the dressing.

Later on, I’m not sure if Mama was trying to get back at me for keeping her from her food (despite her victory) or if I just ate too quickly, but I fell in to a food coma for a good two hours after my meal.

I woke up, thank goodness. Still, I was a bit out of it and thought it was Saturday and not Thursday.

After surviving Thanksgiving Day, I had to make it through the darkest day of the year, Black Friday. Oh, the skills I had to employ to make it through that day.

I woke up that morning at around 5 a.m. That was mostly due to my brother, who was coming in from his nighttime security job.

After I went back to sleep and woke up later, we went to visit family for Thanksgiving.

It was mostly a mild-mannered affair, as we were actually in a nursing home visiting my great grandmother, but I would swear the little old ladies and gents were purposefully trying to cut off my toes with their wheelchairs.

I looked like I was doing a weird waltz through the halls to keep my feet attached.

I then went shopping, of course. I waited until later in the day and went to Walmart.

This is where it got crazy.

I had to race around buggies to get to the pop tarts, and I flipped over obstacles in the aisle to pick up the coffee.

I even had to snatch a gallon of milk from a small child. It was the last one with Dec. 10 date.

There were screams and scratches; blood was spilt, and that was only in the cereal aisle.

Why my mother decided to buy groceries on Friday, I will never know.

Of course, there was also Saturday. For the sake of my mother, I won’t talk too much about a certain event where her team didn’t win. I will only tell you that I’m pretty sure I discovered a new species of spider that’s as big as your face and a bright yellow.

I nearly took out our house trying to get away from it. I think it followed me. Even all the way back here.

So, I had a crazy few days, obviously. I barely survived to tell the tale, but I survived.

Do you all have any stories to tell?

Cassie Gibbs is a staff writer for The Southeast Sun and Daleville Sun-Courier. The opinions of this writer are her own and not the opinion of the paper. She can be reached at (334) 393-2969 or by email at [email protected].