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Report on Thanksgiving.
Wednesday was the first and ONLY time we officially went shopping for Thanksgiving, managing to buy ingredients for several goodies plus two turkeys. (one is in the freezer, awaiting Christmas.) Hilarity ensued when Daddy said, "Thankfully, Thanksgiving is only one day."
"And then there were twelve days of Christmas." - me. This inspired a loud argument about twelve days of Christmas being official/counting at all, just because some dude made a song about it. Jeff Foxworthy was noted as an acceptable reference. xD The poor cashier. Since my Dad couldn't remember any of the words to the song (either of them), he started singing mutilated forms of OTHER Christmas carols.
'Figgy pudding' reminded my Mom that she wanted some pudding, so she dashed off and my Dad was left warbling, "No DON'T give me friggin' pudding..." He wanted out of there.
He's a good singer, really. He's just a clown.
The cashier laughed her ass off. We left. This was at Wal-Mart, the second store we went to. Then we went to Arby's (Daddy, Mom, Barbie (fourth grader) and I), which is officially my favorite fast food restaurant EVAH.
We went home, and I locked myself in my room for several lovely hours ALONE. Then I was called out when my parents got back from yet ANOTHER store so I could cook dinner, and I spent hours cleaning downstairs so that my parents could get up and start cooking turkey, as is tradition.
My efforts were for naught, as when I woke up the next morning my Dad was screaming at everyone to work.
Somehow, two garbage bags had been filled and then dumped on the floor. After I'd gone to bed, everyone had at least ONE midnight snack each and then didn't clean up after themselves. My brother's were throwing tantrums/panic attacks, my sister's kept sticking their noses into other people's business instead of just getting their jobs DONE, and the babies were everywhere.
At some point, the yelling stopped and everyone was downstairs (for the most part) making fun of each other and giggling maniacally. No one understood my jokes, and I understood far too many of my parents'. And they knew it.
But that was fine.
Cut to dinner. Turkey, rolls, dressing, and sweet potatoes. Yum.
During dinner, I got hooked into making the pies. So I did. While I was doing this, my forty three year old father dragged the rocking chair into the dining room, sat down, and everyone got to make fun of him for repeating himself. (you said that last month, Daddy. And the month before that. And the year before that...) Context was that David (who is pathetic at making funnies, more so than I am) cracks a single good joke a year. He's on a roll, this year, with six notable occurences. =) Daddy says, "If he keeps going like this he might just spontaneously combust!" Three people. "You said that LAST time."
So he pulls out the rocking chair, since he's SO OLD, and starts telling Roger jokes.
My grandpa, Roger Harkness, tells and retells jokes. And thinks they're funny every single time he retells them. Every time someone cracks a corny joke, we say, "Roger," and laugh.
And then we get into old family stories. Had not known some things about my Great Grandfather, not sure I wanted to know either.
Then we had pie. =D
After pie, I stayed up and rigged the internet to wish people Happy Turkey Day, and then I tried to go to bed. Shortly after midnight, I shot up and straight for the toilet. @_@ Sat in the bathtub all night, sick as a dog, got out at dawn and slept 'til noon.
Now I feel better. xD
Wednesday was the first and ONLY time we officially went shopping for Thanksgiving, managing to buy ingredients for several goodies plus two turkeys. (one is in the freezer, awaiting Christmas.) Hilarity ensued when Daddy said, "Thankfully, Thanksgiving is only one day."
"And then there were twelve days of Christmas." - me. This inspired a loud argument about twelve days of Christmas being official/counting at all, just because some dude made a song about it. Jeff Foxworthy was noted as an acceptable reference. xD The poor cashier. Since my Dad couldn't remember any of the words to the song (either of them), he started singing mutilated forms of OTHER Christmas carols.
'Figgy pudding' reminded my Mom that she wanted some pudding, so she dashed off and my Dad was left warbling, "No DON'T give me friggin' pudding..." He wanted out of there.
He's a good singer, really. He's just a clown.
The cashier laughed her ass off. We left. This was at Wal-Mart, the second store we went to. Then we went to Arby's (Daddy, Mom, Barbie (fourth grader) and I), which is officially my favorite fast food restaurant EVAH.
We went home, and I locked myself in my room for several lovely hours ALONE. Then I was called out when my parents got back from yet ANOTHER store so I could cook dinner, and I spent hours cleaning downstairs so that my parents could get up and start cooking turkey, as is tradition.
My efforts were for naught, as when I woke up the next morning my Dad was screaming at everyone to work.
Somehow, two garbage bags had been filled and then dumped on the floor. After I'd gone to bed, everyone had at least ONE midnight snack each and then didn't clean up after themselves. My brother's were throwing tantrums/panic attacks, my sister's kept sticking their noses into other people's business instead of just getting their jobs DONE, and the babies were everywhere.
At some point, the yelling stopped and everyone was downstairs (for the most part) making fun of each other and giggling maniacally. No one understood my jokes, and I understood far too many of my parents'. And they knew it.
But that was fine.
Cut to dinner. Turkey, rolls, dressing, and sweet potatoes. Yum.
During dinner, I got hooked into making the pies. So I did. While I was doing this, my forty three year old father dragged the rocking chair into the dining room, sat down, and everyone got to make fun of him for repeating himself. (you said that last month, Daddy. And the month before that. And the year before that...) Context was that David (who is pathetic at making funnies, more so than I am) cracks a single good joke a year. He's on a roll, this year, with six notable occurences. =) Daddy says, "If he keeps going like this he might just spontaneously combust!" Three people. "You said that LAST time."
So he pulls out the rocking chair, since he's SO OLD, and starts telling Roger jokes.
My grandpa, Roger Harkness, tells and retells jokes. And thinks they're funny every single time he retells them. Every time someone cracks a corny joke, we say, "Roger," and laugh.
And then we get into old family stories. Had not known some things about my Great Grandfather, not sure I wanted to know either.
Then we had pie. =D
After pie, I stayed up and rigged the internet to wish people Happy Turkey Day, and then I tried to go to bed. Shortly after midnight, I shot up and straight for the toilet. @_@ Sat in the bathtub all night, sick as a dog, got out at dawn and slept 'til noon.
Now I feel better. xD