At some point, I need to crawl out of the quicksand of depression and fake Ça ne fait rien long enough to tell the youngest children that Starving Artist isn’t coming home for Thanksgiving because travel costs are doubled on holidays. After I tell them, I will resume hating myself for encouraging Starving Artist to take an extra shift at work on Thanksgiving. I should have told her to go watch the parade.
If you eat out for Thanksgiving, tip extra. Those employees probably have terrible moms, too.