Stop thinking it’s such a terrible thing that we are not spending Thanksgiving with the family. Because we are - each other. We love each other very much and are very happy.
It’s not that we don’t love his family. It’s just that we choose not to go. To go means we drive 3.5 hours to his parents house. Then, the next day, we drive another 3 hrs to his aunt’s house, then back the dame day.
Then, a day later, it’s 3.5 hrs drive back up home.
That’s just too much for a holiday and Thanksgiving really isn’t a big deal to us anyway. I’d prefer to just make the second trip there and back, and stay overnight, but there’s family politics and we can’t stay at the aunt’s house.
It’s gotten to the point where I just say I am going because I hate the looks of pity and the invites! I want to spend my Thanksgiving with the person I love most in the world! It’s OK! I am not lonely! Hell, I’ve spent it alone before, and been OK with that, too. I am at home with the me that is breathing. I am not afraid to be alone.
Yes, M’am, we are sorry for your inconvenience. No, M’am, I didn’t personally slow down your parts shipment just to ruin your Thanksgiving. Yes M’am, there was a storm out there and there was damage. Some people are calling it an Act of God. No, M’am, I don’t know which one. No, M’am, I couldn’t possibly know why God would want to Smite you… :dubious:
I may never know what God would want with a Starship, but I have a pretty good idea of where He’d put a full spread of photon torpedos, point blank range…
Here’s a holiday rant – ** stop sending me catalogs, dammit! **.
Ever since Halloween, it’s been an avalanche of catalogs from pretty much every vendor that I’ve ever flung a couple of bucks at. In the lead as worst offender is B&H Photo who sends out a catalog that’s as thick as a major city’s phone book. That bastard must have cost $5.00 to print and send out. How about you send me a coupon for $5.00 off instead, and I’ll go on your damned website, find something I like, and buy it? I’ll be happy, you’ll be happy, the environment will be happy, and I won’t have a kitchen that’s rapidly disappearing under a pile of glossy, hard to recycle paper.
And LLBean, I’m looking at you too. Every goddamn division of the company wants me to buy something. So I get separate catalogs for outdoor clothing, men’s clothing, lifestyle crap, and, I dunno, accessories for your pet Moose.
Pisses me off – I’m trying to declutter the house for guests and this stuff keeps rolling in.
Look, cuntosaur, I understand your overwhelming need to use your life support system you otherwise call a cell phone. But could you please not do it for a half-hour in front of the spaghetti, causing me to interrupt your what I’m sure is emergency gossip and then glare at me like I’m the rude, clueless one?
The other day I was putting gas in my grandfather’s car and on the pump there was a warning on the nozzle saying only licenced drivers could pump gas. What the fuck?
That’s to stop the idiot parents who think that learning to pump gas is something their precious angels should do starting at 3. God there are few things more annoying than discovering the reason for a huge lineup is because some darling child doesn’t have the strength to hold the nozzel open past a trickle and mommy dearest won’t make him sit in his damn car seat while she fills the tank.
I once saw a guy who was showing his young son how to pump gas. It was actually going great until the widdle snowfwake decided to yank the nozzle out of the tank while the pump was still running.
My lovely little space heater blew up this morning. Dammit. I will go try to buy another one today - I won’t be able to sleep without toasting my feet tonight if I don’t have one.
Oh, you poor thing, you’re going to be ALL ALONNNNNNNNE on Thanksgiving? Just you and your … boyfriend, is he, dear? Why aren’t you married yet? You need to start having babies before you get too old, you know. Well, anyway, I simply insist that you come and spend your Thanksgiving with us. There will be twenty-four of us, at least, maybe more if Uncle Bob brings his new girlfriend and her four little kids! You’ve never met any of them! Won’t that be just grand? Aunt Nikki always makes the turkey. It’ll be a little dry, I’m sure, but there’ll be plenty of canned gravy to heat up in the microwave! It’ll be great! Be sure to be prompt, please - Mimaw gets a little cranky if her blood sugar gets too low.
Oh I just can’t STAND the thought of someone spending Thanksgiving without the loving embrace of FAMILY. Now you all come right on over. I mean, Thanksgiving is so important to me and my family that I’ve spent all YEAR coming up with JUST the right recipes and I already went shopping and oh my GOODNESS it will be so difficult to find a way to make it stretch and it will completely ruin the proportions of the meal and I just don’t have any idea how we will POSSIBLY fit you at the table which was custom-made for exactly TEN and you’ll make ELEVEN which is just SUCH an odd number to have at DINNER unless you were thinking you might bring your PERSON along and I guess I can’t STOP you and during this PRECIOUS HOLIDAY which should be spent with FAMILY which of course we AREN’T but we do try to teach the children to be CHARITABLE I’m sure our sacrifice will be REPAID by just the idea of bringing you such JOY and HAPPINESS.
O, Nava you weren’t even trying. Heed the examples of purplehorseshoe and jsgoddess.
I was hoping for a day off, but my husband caved to the not-so-subtle hints of a friend who didn’t want to eat alone on thanksgiving. Friend better be willing to play some boardgames and maybe help with the dishes. Sitting on the couch and drinking all my beer is going to get him booted early.
Okay, got my new heater. I need it after spending two hours outside in -16ºC weather, scraping the sidewalk (that’s 3.2ºF for you metrically-challenged folk). Time to put the heating pad on my back, too.
It’s been a very stressful and tiring few weeks, and the relatively small amount of alcohol I consumed last night hit me much harder than it normally would.
I woke up this morning at 5:00, on top of the covers, fully dressed (hadn’t even taken my boots off) with my head on my purse and no memory of anything after assuring my friend I was fine and locking my front door.
My thoughts upon waking were “Ow? Huh, no. Cool. Jeez, I didn’t set the alarm, good thing I woke up. Shit, I’ll bet I never set up the coffeepot last night either.” So I dragged myself off the bed, made coffee, went back to bed until it was done, got up, had a cup of coffee, took a shower, started to get dressed…
