I believe I've made 25 or so Thanksgiving dinners, and I've held a job all that time. It's not that hard. It's really not. The hardest part is getting it done right at the same time. Oh, and making an excellent gravy, which I've got down pat.
Purchase the rest, or everybody bring something, (which is very normal, I think). Oven cooks the bird, voila.
Now, I think Warpy's response was the bitchiest of them all. Everyone's made plans to come to your house. You all of a sudden call them up and say "Get bent. I'm going to a restaurant all by myself. Go to hell." She wonders why she has no friends.