Stereotype. Thanksgiving Day.

Right now I am fitting the typical American Thanksgiving stereotype. I am sitting on my sister Alissa's bed while she is sewing in the opposite corner of her room. We wanted to watch a movie, so from her cell phone we called the house phone claiming the emergency of needing her purse out of mom's car. The younger one, Emma, ran and got the purse and brought it breathlessly to Alissa's room where we are about to watch it until we fall asleep. Then, we'll sleep until mom wakes us up to eat [Alissa and I are the two who don't do the whole cooking thing]. We're going to watch a movie, sleep, and then eat, and then probably sleep again until dessert. And I'm thankful.