Same as every other year. Auntie wanted to cook the turkey well done. We had to once again remind her firmly we are a MEDIUM RARE TURKEY FAMILY.

No one this year but 2 years ago my sister was in a manic phase and cornered my mother in law for 45 minutes just…talking about STUFF. Eventually all other conversation stopped to hear about water and crystals and ‘energy’. When I broke in and asked her to give it a break she stormed out of the house and drove off leaving her husband and kids there. She came back an hour later with an ice cream cone because she knew we would eat dessert without her. We hadn’t but there was lots of forced laughter all around.

Nobody!

My sister kinda tried, but failed lol.

After our grandmother died, the big family Thanksgiving went bye bye. No more giant mass of cousins all in one place.

Pretty much every branch of my grandparents kids, and my grandparents siblings’ families that were close enough to come, all started their own thing.

It just so happens that my mom and dad only had two kids that lived. Since our first cousins do their thing at weird times, we don’t go there. Plus, their mom, my aunt, has turned into a bit of a cunt, and not the good kind.

Which is fine, because my best friend and his husband are fucking great They’re family, period. They also have a big ol house, and they work their asses off. So they decided, after my grandmother died and I was expressing the loss of that big family get together, and the closeness I thought was there, to start hosting.

The first year they did it, me, my wife & kid, my dad, my sister and her kid were all there. My mom is a party pooper, and just didn’t want to go. Seriously, that’s how she’s always been, and she says that with her parents gone, she doesn’t owe anyone anything in the way of family gatherings.

So, that first year, my bros tell my sister it’s a thing, and will be until they’re too old to make it happen. We pick a specific date each year though, so that it’s on a weekend.

The next year, the same. Then the next year.

Well, this year, my sister decides to wait until two days before the date to ask about it. She’s told, as always, of course it’s on, drag your ass over there.

For whatever reason, she decided this year, despite the established new tradition and the multiple conversations about it, that she didn’t get invited in time to take off from work.

And threw a minor hissy fit about it. I told her to suck the corn out of my holiday poo, she knew the date, she knew she was not only welcome, but that it was a standing invitation to the party/dinner. She didn’t even need to confirm or bring anything because there’s always too much food.

So she didn’t show, but oh well lol

We packed them up enough containers to feed all of them twice and dropped it off.

Fun was had, bellies were filled, the itis washed over the house like a giant, gut rumbling wave of sleep gas.

Grandma (she RSVP’d to bring her pumpkin pie but then died of cancer instead).

A couple years ago I ruined my friends thanksgiving by smoking her up some of that seasons finest fresh greens…