Do You Think He's Depressed?

Look how sad Sammy looks today. Do you think he's depressed? I can understand his mood - I've never been all that keen on Thanksgiving myself. I know, I know, it's probably un-American for me to say so, but from a very young age I've just never enjoyed it. Maybe it was the annoying family outings where one of us had to fake an illness to leave, or my grandma's dry turkey (served with water), or just all the bloody football, but it's a bit of a yawn of a holiday for me. I'll pass, thanks.

Thankfully today we're going to a buffet and I won't have to cook (yes, I realize I don't really cook, I just heat up the stuff from the store, but it was still a hassle). Hooray! No bothersome clean-up required. Now THAT fills me with joy and gratitude.