I usually look forward to Thanksgiving. I love good cornbread dressing more than most anything on the planet. I love that my husband's family comes in from out of town and I get to enjoy them. I love pecan pie. I love the relative lack of commercialism.
I usually eat with my husband's family, but this year, since he is working on Thanksgiving, I am eating with my family instead. I am already beginning to think this is a mistake. My dad starts with his "maybe not up to doing Thanksgiving this year" stuff. But, when we offer to have it somewhere else, he insists on hosting. Then, despite the fact that each attendee is bringing at least one dish and offer to prepare more, he insists on making the most labor intensive dishes himself.
He reminds me of that Rice Crispie marshmallow treat commercial where the woman dusts flour on herself and comes out with her hand on her forehead trying to look like a martyr.
Next year, I'm having pizza. At home. Alone.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Bah Humbug?
I was messaging with a friend today and she said that she had some "Bah Humbug" going on, but she did not know why. That got me ...
-
Recently, I was quite shocked to find my blog post had been reported as abusive and blocked by Facebook. I have no idea why someone would ... -
Do I or don't I? This year I am having a heck of a time deciding whether or not to continue maintaining my Mississippi counseling licens... -
Today I went to two church services. I attended early service at a lovely Episcopal church a few miles from my home. Then, I went to 11:00 s...
3 comments:
(((Karen))) Come here instead! WE're just the three of us - plenty of room at the table :-)
Lol! I wish I could! I bet you would not fuss about me bringing a friend!
(((Karen))) - bring who you want and get on out here.
Post a Comment