pass the baby carrots, please.

Next week is Thanksgiving. My aunt called me and asked me to bring a dish to pass. What? Unfortunately she left a voicemail and I didn't get the chance to remind her that only grownups have to bring a dish to pass. And in my family you are not a grownup until you breed. Which I have not done. So I will not be taking a dish to pass. Unless, like my cousin suggested, I take baby carrots. If I take baby carrots would I be expected to take them out of the bag they come in and put them on a plate or other serving dish? This is too hard. I'm just supposed to show up, eat turkey and watch the Lions play football. Bring a dish to pass. It's just not Thanksgiving if I have to worry about killing the entire family with the dish I bring to pass. I'll bring a dish to pass. But first I have to test it on Jesse. If he doesn't die then I will try to make the dish to pass again to bring to Thanksgiving. One of my favorite Thanksgivings was the one I spent at the Pontiac Silverdome with my friend, Ron. Instead of bringing a dish to pass with my family, I got Ron to go to the game with me. I had never been to a Lions game before and thought Thanksgiving would be the perfect time to go. We had a blast! My mom had made a bunch of extra dishes to pass so Ron and I could have our own little Thanksgiving dinner at his house after the game. I missed my family. But now I miss Ron. He got married and his wife had a baby and I'm sure he now has to take a dish to pass to his family Thanksgiving.