Thanksgiving was a lovely affair. The pies were DELISH, as well as the rest of the food. (Notice dessert gets first billing?;) I forgot how much I enjoy cooking. Ok, it was the whiskey that made it fun. I had fun dressing the turkey, but I will admit that it was difficult getting his little shoes and socks on.
Female Offspring #1 brought a "friend" home with her, and he's visiting from another country. He was telling us of his family holiday traditions. The offspring were "oooh'ing and ahh'ing" about how fabulous it was, and not to be outdone, I said, "We have some wonderful traditions in our family, too."
Of course the offspring backed me up by yelling, "We do not!" "WHAT traditions?" "Nuh uh!"
I said, "We DO have traditions. What about Grandma? Every year she gets drunk and starts screaming about how we're all out of the will. That doesn't just happen by accident, ya know. And for the last ten years, we've avoided going to your Aunt Carol's for dinner by telling her we all have the flu. Another time honored family tradition." Geez.