This has been an exhausting and exasperating fall, but my classes are done, and my grades are in. And, more importantly, The Pip is out and about, SteelyKid is super excited to be a big sister, and everybody in Chateau Steelypips is healthy and happy. (Well, OK, Emmy's a little disgruntled that I didn't drop either the turkey or the sausage for the stuffing on the floor where she could get at it, but she'll get over it...).
We've got plenty to be thankful for around here, and we have a turkey in the oven and family on the way to help us celebrate. I hope this is a happy Thanksgiving for you and yours, unless, of course, you're not in the US and would for some reason take umbrage at being wished well for one of our holidays, in which case, have a nice Thursday.
And, as a public service for those of you dining with relatives whose politics don't fit well with yours, Fred Clark has the answer.
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Emmy, with her profound understanding of physics, can comfort herself knowing that there are many other dimensions where you did in fact drop the turkey, the sausage stuffing, or (squeeee) both. Also that he numbers of other timelines where you dropped them likely greatly outnumber those where you didn't and so, on average, you actually did drop them. That this didn't manifest itself in this world is just a cruel result of probability.
There is even a dimension where you put the whole meal on the floor and the humans ate dog food as an act of contrition to Emmy and her kind. This is, of course, the world she visits in her dreams. You can tell by the wagging tail and happy grin.