I know for a fact that this is a true story. Er...mainly because it happened to me.

My sister currently lives in New York, where she works for an online food magazine. On Wednesday, she ate some bad scallops and got food poisoning. She was planning to come home Thursday (Thanksgiving) around 11 in the morning. She called us that morning around 6 to tell us she had, unfortunately, been throwing up all night. She was still planning to come home, though. My dad got out of bed about an hour later because he said the smell of the paint was bothering him (they had their room painted on Wed.). By around 10, he realized he had a bad cold and a sore throat. My sister came home an hour and a half later and promptly went to sleep. My dad did the same. By the time they woke up, it was 2 in the afternoon. We were supposed to leave to go to a family friend's house for dinner in an hour.

It turned out they weren't up to going. Ironically enough, they were the ones that really wanted to go; I would have preferred to have had a family Thanksgiving. So, the moral of the story is that if you eat too much turkey, its' spirit will forever curse you and your predecessors to have a mediocre Thanksgiving. Keep that in mind when you eat your turkey leftovers...