UnSociable Saturday
Oh the Joys of the End of the Year Holidays!
Stuff your Belly! Taser a Shopper or two! Pepper Spray an Annoying Person! Where was that Pepper Spray at the Thanksgiving Table? The Turkey and the Guests could have used a squirt or two.
Anyway, back to my favorite Advice Ladies.
I set the Scene. Thanksgiving Day. In the Kitchen at the Kitchen Table where they keep the Kitchen Chairs. Remember those chairs, one of them will become a STAR! Although not as tasty as the Traditional Stars: Turkey and Stuffing.
The Mother-In-Law whacks the Daughter-In-Law with a Kitchen chair and the Daughter-In-Law has to go to the Emergency Room in an Ambulance. And this becomes a Thanksgiving Tale for the Ages.
I want to know, what did the Daughter-In-Law say? I mean, let us NOT make this a Thanksgiving Mystery Tale.
And the Mother-In-Law won't shut up about it?
You just know that the Mother-In-Law is so Proud of what she did. I bet the Lady thinks that she can go a few Rounds with Mike Tyson and Whip His Ass. And she might be able to do so, what with the shape that Mr. Tyson is in these days.
Why am I NEVER invited to Thanksgivings that are THIS GOOD?
My Thanksgiving Hosts tell heartwarming family stories and leave the GOOD and Violent stories to be about the Drunk Assed and High Next Door Neighbor who hides in their bushes from the cops after he has beaten up another neighbor. The DAandH neighbor doesn't come to Thanksgiving because he is in jail evidently for some other stuff that he did.
Dammit! Why must I be subjected to Walton/Cosby type Family gatherings on the Holidays?
Stuff your Belly! Taser a Shopper or two! Pepper Spray an Annoying Person! Where was that Pepper Spray at the Thanksgiving Table? The Turkey and the Guests could have used a squirt or two.
Anyway, back to my favorite Advice Ladies.
I set the Scene. Thanksgiving Day. In the Kitchen at the Kitchen Table where they keep the Kitchen Chairs. Remember those chairs, one of them will become a STAR! Although not as tasty as the Traditional Stars: Turkey and Stuffing.
The Mother-In-Law whacks the Daughter-In-Law with a Kitchen chair and the Daughter-In-Law has to go to the Emergency Room in an Ambulance. And this becomes a Thanksgiving Tale for the Ages.
I want to know, what did the Daughter-In-Law say? I mean, let us NOT make this a Thanksgiving Mystery Tale.
And the Mother-In-Law won't shut up about it?
You just know that the Mother-In-Law is so Proud of what she did. I bet the Lady thinks that she can go a few Rounds with Mike Tyson and Whip His Ass. And she might be able to do so, what with the shape that Mr. Tyson is in these days.
Why am I NEVER invited to Thanksgivings that are THIS GOOD?
My Thanksgiving Hosts tell heartwarming family stories and leave the GOOD and Violent stories to be about the Drunk Assed and High Next Door Neighbor who hides in their bushes from the cops after he has beaten up another neighbor. The DAandH neighbor doesn't come to Thanksgiving because he is in jail evidently for some other stuff that he did.
Dammit! Why must I be subjected to Walton/Cosby type Family gatherings on the Holidays?