You’ve instructed your surgeon to break ground on that new stomach addition.
You’ve replaced the phrase “I love you” with the phrase “Olive you”.
Your new gravy boat sleeps six.
Even if you were to carry out pi to a million decimals, all forms of pi will be polished off by Friday.
You’ve taken to sleeping on a pillow of mini marshmallows.
In preparation of the big feast, you’ve managed to diet down to a size bite.
Thanks to you and your voluminous Yam Stockpile the earth will be taking 6 days longer to orbit the sun.
Your appendix has been officially called back into active duty for the stomach reserves.
You’ve rented a storage locker for leftovers.
You made an appointment with your dentist to get your teeth sharpened.
You just got back from Potato Mashing Immersion Camp.
Your husband Tom is slightly worried about you because his name is Bill.
You’ve been preheating your oven since the 4th of July.
You refuse to read or listen to any sentence that doesn’t contain the word Jello.
And the most obvious way to tell if your going to overdo Thanksgiving:
This year your turkey is getting a breast augmentation.