I love Thanksgiving. I had been looking forward to the long weekend for weeks, and when the clock finally struck 3pm on Friday, I was busting to leave work and get on the road to see my family. The Hubster actually beat me home from work, and was busy gathering all the supplies he’d need for his planned hunting trip the next day. I offered to pack our duffel bags so that we could leave quickly. Forty-five minutes later our bags were packed and we were ready to go. He was busy organizing everything into the back of our truck, so I did the final walk through the house to…