“Whatcha doing?”

“Exercising”

“But you never exercise”

“Yeah, but Thanksgiving is this week, duh…”

“So, how’s exercise going to help?”

“I’m making room for lots of food.”

“That’s stupid.

“Noooo, It’s smart. When everyone else is puffy and full with food, I’ll be looking good.”

“Really?

“Yeah, I’m gonna exercise for the next three days. I’ll take little breaks, but never stop. Then on Thanksgiving I can rest.”

“Is this your list of thanks?”

“Noooo, it’s a list of food I’m gonna eat.”

“My question to you is:  What would the Pilgrims do?”

“How would I know?”

“Do you know the Nina, Pinta, Santa Maria and Mayflower?”

“No, I drive a Ford.”

“They’re not cars.  Ok, let me ask you: How did the Pilgrims celebrate Thanksgiving?.”

“I don’t know!  I was not invited.  I’m spending it here with my family.”

“Fine,  what do you think about Plymouth Rock?”

“I don’t like rock. I like country music.”

“That’s not what I asked. Whatever…”

“Shut up and hand me that metal weight ball.”

“Kettle ball?”

“Nooo, I don’t need a kettle.  I’m not cooking.”

“You’re stupid.”

“You’re stupider!  You keep talking about Plymouth Rock, Pilgrims, Pinta, Nina, Santa Maria, and stuff like that.  Thanksgiving is in three days.  Focus!  I need to exercise!”

“That’s not what Thanksgiving is about.  It’s not about seeing how much one can eat.”

“Oooohhh, I get it… You are preparing for Black Friday.”

“Whatever, I give up.”