Happy Thanksgiving...
So here’s the thing about family – love is what holds you together…no matter what, they love you and you love them – they are all you get in life…however, my family is slightly crazy and i feel like a hostage half the time I’m with them…but I know love is what keeps me here…
Thanksgiving 2003…
My sister, was away at University and she needed a ride home for Thanksgiving dinner…everyone’s favourite holiday…a holiday of reflection and stuffing…
My brother went to pick her, her dog and her laundry up…I wasn’t in the car but from what I was told – Walter, my sister’s dog, threw up and she promised to pay to have the car detailed…Upon arriving home with said sick dog, 10 garbage bags of laundry, and her happy self, she refused to pay my brother any money…this is where the drama started…
My sister and Walter were in the shower (I know – weird, but he had puke on him) when my brother decided that he should spread all of her laundry all over the back yard…he was pissed…he had dog puke in his back seat…clearly this was the only option to deal with his anger – dump 10 trash bags of clothes all over the back yard – way to go buddy, that’ll get her to fork over the money…get a life – she’s not that weak…My sister got out of the shower and was running around the back yard in a towel….that’s right a towel – that girl has no shame…yelling and screaming at my brother…that pissed him off even more…He finally grabbed her purse, took her wallet and booted it onto the roof….yes, the roof…because if he couldn’t have his money, neither could she…
My mother had spent days getting this frigin meal ready – so that we could all come together as a family and reflect on the things that we are thankful for…That woman thinks the best of her children and thinking they can behave for one meal is her real dream…She should probably get a new one.
Anyway, There were some tears – mainly my mother…name calling, yelling and hysterical fits of laughter…My sister got dressed…My brother was forced to go on the roof to look for the wallet…My sister made Walter apologize…really, this is my family…
Finally the wallet was found, the laundry was in the house, the dog puke had been cleaned and we were all friends again…Then the fire started…oh yeah, a small oven fire…clearly no one was paying attention to the food during all this drama and the yams went up in flames….After they were extinguished we all looked at each other and started to laugh…That’s how a fire saved Thanksgiving 03!
Lessons learned…Yams under the broiler need to be watched at all times…family is forever, even if they are a little nuts!