I am reminded of my own Thanksgiving nightmare, back many (MANY) years ago. I was preparing dinner all on my own for the first time. I was about 21 or 22, and my parents were going to Arizona to spend the holiday with my aunt and uncle, leaving myolder brother and I to fend for ourselves. We both had to work the next day. So my mom left me detailed instructions on what to do..reminding me that my brother would be home from hunting long before I had to make the gravy (his specialty). She and I had gone shopping together..so we had all the ingredients in the right amounts. Got up early in the morning to start the stuffing. Well...I was absolutly SHOCKED and dismayed about how much bread I had, compared to all the other ingredients. I was sure I would need at least 3 birds to fit all the stuffing (despite reminder from mom she puts some in a casserole dish and bakes separately). Anyway I was sure that before even starting I had ruined Thanksgiving dinner. So what do I do? Called my mom..at 9AM. Now I was in NY..mom in Arizona..do you see where I am going with this? Luckily they were up already. And apparently they had a good laugh over my meltdown.