Underwear Location Clarification

Having read through yesterday's blog, I realize that at least one clarification is needed. For a variety of reasons, our Thanksgiving plans have changed. My family of four is not traveling to dine with the greater clan. Typically, we would be at my mom's house. Mom always pulls together a fantastic culinary feast. Mom never starts her meal planning with an edict to make sure the correct undergarments are worn. I, of course, am trying to avoid any possible disaster now that the stay-at-home meal is on me. Six of us will gather at the table--Big Guy, Daisy, Birdie, Big Guy's sis Candy Squared, our good friend Darling Gale, and myself, if I'm not overcome by the wine gravy fumes. Not being at Mom's house, I am google searching how to dislodge a turkey carcass. With the combined persuasive power of Candy Squared and Darling Gale, either Big Guy or Chuck the blind dog may end up dancing on the table with a tight-fitting turkey hat. I am bracing for a feast to remember, probably not one to repeat.