I had a really lovely Thanksgiving this year. We're watching our niece all week while my sister and brother-in-law carelessly fleeted off to the Caribbean to prance around blissfully child-free. Bless them. And us. So despite the crazy factor, we fried our own turkey (two, actually) which was one of the best decisions I believe I've ever made. Ranks right up there next to deciding to accept the rock my now-husband gave me when he proposed, but that is neither here nor there. He's too dreamy, I . . .