My Husband Invited His Entire Office to Our Thanksgiving Without Telling Me – My Revenge Was Delicious

The day started with the usual chaos of parenting. Between rescuing her walls from Emma’s crayon attacks and prying Jake off the counter before he devoured a plate of cookies, Zoe had barely managed to get the turkey in the oven. She was mid-potato-mash when Dan burst through the door, exuding the kind of excitement that spelled disaster.
Zoe turned, potato masher in hand, to see a stream of unfamiliar faces pouring into her house. Each carried wine bottles, snacks, and varying degrees of awkwardness.
For a fleeting moment, Zoe envisioned launching her potato masher at her husband. But instead, she took a deep breath and summoned a smile that rivaled the sun in brightness—and subtle menace.

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