Summary

I feel like I'm in school, writing about what I did over the holidays or whatever. I feel like I should have a Bic pen in hand, writing in a marble composition book. I always hated those books. You couldn't tear out the pages without one from the other side popping out. They need to perforate those pages already.

So what did I do over this Thanksgiving holiday? What didn't I do? Ok, ok. I'll tell you what I did. We had the get-together on Friday instead of Thursday. We figured it'd be easier. More time to get shit together, clean the house, cook, etc and everyone could come because all of their plans for Thanksgiving would be on, well, Thanksgiving.

We outsmarted ourselves. Again. Oh, everyone could come, alright. We had over 20 people in the house. Our small house. It was positively claustrophobic up in here. But I'm rushing ahead of myself...

Thursday: The day we'd clean, do some last minute shopping and bake and cook what we could ahead of time. Well, we got a bit lazy. We were watching a movie-- I forget what movie-- and everytime I'd suggest doing something, I was hushed. Then we went out on a search for a coffee urn. We suddenly really needed one. Couldn't find one. All stores closed at 5 P.M. I made my cake-thing, an apple pie, cranberry sauce, this beet dish my father and uncle love, and steamed some sweet potatoes for my mom. I also gave my cousin's wife a haircut. She got a seriously catastrophic haircut from some inept moron. It was bad. Really bad. I told her she'd need several more haircuts to get rid of that one. It was that bad.

Friday: The big day. Did a lot of running around like crazy, cleaning, cooking, etc. Didn't get all of the house cleaned. Barely got my makeup on before everyone came. I didn't even get to do my own hair, but I did my mom's color and gave her a cut. I didn't even get to sit to eat. And I barely got to eat. My family is like a pack of vultures circling a wounded animal. They went back for fourths and fifths, screw seconds. My aunt brought her turkey. I wish she wouldn't. She can't cook. We had to peel a layer of meat away so we could get to the meat that you could actually eat. This is the aunt that served us the beige Thanksgiving one year. Everything was in varying shades of beige and it all tasted beige. Even the peas and carrots. The poor brownies..

Saturday: Shopping again. We were going to hit the sales. Got the kids some sweaters. I got the cd and movie. Love! Got back late and very tired. Ate what little leftovers that were missed by the vultures.

Sunday: More cleaning and the boy needed a haircut. I actually went to bed early, I was that exhausted.

To think, I get to do this all again on New Year's Eve. Lucky me.