<hysterical laughter!> My idiot brother thought I was going to become a lesbian when I moved to northern California, bought a pickup truck and then failed to get married to the man I moved in with. Now I make a point wear birkenstocks whenever he’s around. Maybe next time I’ll stop shaving too.
Well, somebody bought some taco bell or some fast mexican food home and that STARTed an argument.
The person who cooked the turkey was insulted but we didn’t begin eating until it was past 5pm and everybody was hungry so the person who got the taco bell was actually taking orders, which didn’t go over well with the hosts.
A Mom and Daughter had this argument.<<< (Not sure how they were related to me.)
“I might as well give the turkey to the dog”
“Mom, mom, mom don’t be silly”
“I’m giving the turkey to the dogs, you can eat taco bell”
“I am going to eat the turkey, ok!”
“No your not you have your precious Taco Bell”
“Yes I am”
“Then sit down and have a plate”
“I can’t I’m full right now”
Another yearly tiff is what color the lights should be on the tree.
I like white, it’s timeless and classy. Husband likes multicolored. Child doesn’t care.
This year I acquiesced and we did colored. Put on purple tinsel for our little girl.
It’s hideous, but she’s happy. Next year I’ll put my foot down.
OMG, I had no idea there were so many other Dysfuntional with a capital D families out there.
This year will be different however.
No, really, it will…'cause I’m sticking my Mother on a plane to go stay with my siblings over Christmas.
I can’t believe it - peace and quiet (and no threat of having a chair brought down on my head by my bitch older sister) for once! There really is a Santa Claus!
There’s no real fighting in my family over the holiday, but there’s ample bickering!
Mom and dad have a large house and we all stay with them which somehow brings out the petulant child in all of us and we revert to childhood arguments: who took too long in the bathroom (many bedrooms in this house, but not enough full baths), who used all the hot water, who left a mess, who left the door open, who helped more with preparations/clean up, which football game to watch, etc.
We’re all in our 30’s, have careers and responsibilities, and some of us have spouses and children. Yet, somehow, staying at mom and dad’s turns us into squabbling 10 year olds.
We all love each other and there are never any hurt feeling or real fights. But, dammit, my brother really did use up all the hot water with that 30 minute shower of his…
Christmas! 
Seriously! :smack: