So this is the week of Thanksgiving. The week where everyone trundles off to their respective family homes and stuffs themselves with items only made once a year with the pretense of being thankful for the family around them. Or that's how I hear it is in most families. Mine is actually okay for the most part, minus the occasional fire that's accidentally started or neurotic moments of drama.
Everyone meets at my house for Thanksgiving (both sides) and I do all the cooking and whatnot to make sure everyone has enough food shoved in front of their faces so fragile topics, such as politics, never have the opportunity to be brought up. It works for the most part. The two most memorable Thanksgivings for me are when I was young and my mother caught her shirt on fire leaning over the stove. She wasn't hurt, so we're allowed to laugh. The second is when I was pregnant with my first child and my sister stabbed me in the stomach with a carving knife. Yes, it was an accident, and I wasn't hurt. The knife was deflected by the button on my jeans. It's for reasons like the two listed above that I prefer to do all the cooking for Thanksgiving.
Do you guys have funny family stories to compete with those? Feel free to let me know!
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