Thanksgiving is fastly approaching. As a kid I always loved Thanksgiving. We would go to my grandma and grandpa's or an aunts house for the meal and just ate till I puked. When I was a kid I never realized the preparation of putting together such a meal. And frankly I didn't give a crap, because that was the adults job...
After I got married we still would go to those same places...we never made Thanksgiving, mainly because I don't like a lot of people in my space and I hate doing dishes, those are the two main reasons.
I still do not like those things, but I now know sometimes you have to do shit you don't want to. Its called being a grown up. Even though I am 33 years old, I tend to forget I am the grown up.
I always liked going to other peoples homes and eat them outta house and home, and then let them clean the mess.
This is what people do to me now.
This Thanksgiving I invited my dad, my MIL and a couple other heathens in the great lake state..
Only taker I had was the mother in law.
I plan big meals for this day, the kinda meal that keeps u full till Christmas. And I am a good cook to. The hubs he is in charge of the turkey and I handle everything else.
That includes pies made from scratch..cause I am just that fuckin awesome.
So far there have been no mishaps, nothing has ever been under cooked, or over cooked. Yet.
We did have a mishap but I don't recall if it was turkey day or Christ day, but the table was set on fire..
This year I am having a full house. 12 people will be eating here. That means 12 people I need to clean up after, 12 people I will dislike for a couple months after the festivities, 12 people who will be using my bathrooms, and making themselves cozy on my sofa's.
Now seeing how I am not a people person, this could cause some friction.
Then to top it all off the father in law kind of invited himself here for Christmas. And this makes me all constipated. And no one likes to be under that much angst.
I am thinking though I might make a Charlie Brown Thanksgiving this year..
ya no, have toast , popcorn and pretzels.
My dog would be in charge of the toast, The Boy will be in charge of popping the corn and Blondie will be in charge of putting the pretzels in a bowl and putting paper plates on the table.
My job will be to supervise this event from the coach.
I can see alot from here and I do think it will go smoothly.
There will be no football being watched, instead we will gather round the campfire and play Risk, for 2 days.
because holy shit, that game can last for days and days..
Then Saturday we will go out and get the crappiest looking tree we can muster. We will look in other peoples yards for pine trees, because we are too cheap to buy one.
We will go out when the sun goes down, with a handsaw and just start hacking the crap outta someones tree.
We will more then likely steal one with rabid animals living in it, as well as infested with termites. Oh and one bat.
I will then use the left over popcorn from dinner and string it around the tree..and hang the left over pretzels as ornaments.
I will then get an array of solar lawn lamps that i will steal of course and tie them to the tree for our lights..
I'm just trying to cut corners, thats all.
its called being fiscally responsible and Suzie Orman would approve.
Look, here is my dog, she is ready to rock.
She likes her pretty dress.....My mom bought it for her at the Walfart...
Walfart can provide the stupidest things...
And we all know the top notch humans work at them..
So this holiday season, cut corners where u can...God understands.