Went to daughter's boyfriends family "dinner" at noon. (My daughter was working 4pm-midnight on Thanksgiving, so his mom decided to start early.) It was going well until my husband was bit on the hand by one of the dogs there. He's okay, and the dog was okay after a while (overwhelmed by all the people). His mom sent home a lot of food. My husband and I did our own dinner. We don't like turkey much so we have a Cornish game hen with the usual sides. That was great. Still have leftovers.

Just glad I didn't have a panic attack when it was all over.