As Thanksgiving is upon us, I must confess I’m usually in a full-blown snit by now. The snit usually sneaks up on me about the time the refrigerator is too full and something really important to the meal falls out, or I happen to glance at the TV  and some media personality tells me that I’m  already behind on my Christmas shopping. There will be tears and over the counter medications. I’m not only a Daughter of the Texas Revolution, I’m also a Daughter of the American Revolution. My people invented Thanksgiving. Yet, last year, despite my bloodline, the turkey came out gray and crumpled. It looked like had been dropped on the…