One year, several years ago, I asked my mom if I could bring my then-boyfriend home for Thanksgiving. "I think that would make me and your stepfather very uncomfortable," she said.
It's not that she didn't like my boyfriend. It's just that I'm happily married to someone else.
"So my kids -- aka the pumpKINs -- know that I normally go get my annual physical the day after Thanksgiving. I know it's weird, but I just love seeing the look on my doctor's face when he asks for my blood type and I say 'gravy.'"