Ruining a perfectly good Thanksgiving.

I start traditions. All by myself. Wording traditions. 
See our family of fabulously cute Salt and Pepper “Publix” Pilgrim shakers:
I am sure they were modeled after our forefathers... who were much thiner, less happy and dirtier.
They're twin Brothers, twin Sisters and each set had one child; A boy and a girl. 
OK, I made all that stuff up, for my own interesting story line.

These are made specifically for Thanksgiving. You have to use them at Thanksgiving. Or else. If you fail to use them at Thanksgiving, well the day is ruined…drop the turkey leg…ditch the pie…don’t even think about the cranberry sauce (with the ridges of course) it is over. according to me.

One year we loaded ourselves up in the busy bee mobile, picked up my Mom in GA and rented a place in the NC mountains. My Aunt, Uncle and Cuz Patrick joined us. We had a long weekend and It was loads of fun. Loads I tell you.
BUT…I forgot the salt and pepper shakers. It only took me 3 seconds before I declared that Thanksgiving was ruined.
OF course, it was not really ruined, but that statement was made many times that day between myself and the girls.
Now, anytime around a holiday if one little thing goes wrong, well the holiday is considered a disaster. ruined. done. kaput. This is all in good fun, because we know what a real disaster is…so we are a bit melodramatic. Melodramatic can be fun.

Anyhoo, back to my Pilgrim people.
I adore the commercials for my Pilgrim Shakers. Publix apparently has a great ad agency, they always come up with the cutest advertisements.
Please note the adorable Boxer… almost as cute as the little kid.
ok, the boxer IS cuter than the kid…what can I say?

Clearly the TV pilgrims are more durable, you can see that one of my MEN has a chipped hat.
When he was dropped and chipped, that Thanksgiving WAS not ruined.
I hope nothing ruins YOUR Thanksgiving!!