In which we discuss our plans to celebrate Thanksgiving.
Partly because my wife and I want to establish holiday traditions for our nuclear family, and partly because I prefer not to go to prison for assault, we are hosting our own feast separate from the one crazy older sister traditionally throws. My father, siblings, and & cousins are welcome to come, but I’ve just gotten the last email confirmation for what I expect will be the core group. Attending will be me, my wife, our three kids (we[sup]1[/sup] had twin boys in late September); my work wife and her girlfriend; my baby sister, whom after a lot of soul-searching[sup]2[/sup] I have agreed not to try to set up with anyone, no matter how handsome, charming, or solvent; my stepdaughter, her mother, and my stepdaughter’s fiancé[sup]3[/sup]; my best friend from college and her husband; my favorite little cousin and her five-year old; and my handsome, charming, solvent banker friend whom I am totally not planning to set up with my sister.[sup]4[/sup] Cinderella the Rhymer & I will be doing the cooking, and as some fine scotch will be served, I will be taking the precaution of removing all the firearms[sup]5[/sup] from the residence. Both ham[sup]6[/sup] and turkey[sup]7[/sup] will be served, and anyone who attempts to turn a football game during the meal will be viciously tickled, unless it’s my baby sister (because she was exposed to a bad element as a small child and thus has a wicked right hook).
But that’s just me. What about the rest of you?
[sup]1[/sup] Okay, my wife did all the actual work there.
[sup]2[/sup] Read: threats.
[sup]3[/sup] Who, after a great deal of rumination, I have decided not to throttle, but that is another thread.
[sup]4[/sup] I am totally not lying about that. It’s not my fault if they accidentally sit together.
[sup]5[/sup] Well, not ALL. One must allow for unexpected zombie attacks.
[sup]6[/sup] For persons of taste.
[sup]7[/sup] For the uncouth.