This thanksgiving I called my mom to see what the plans were, we didn’t go to her house last year so it was her turn and she isn’t doing it on Thursday, she wants to do it on Friday because that’s my birthday (35!) and the rest of the Family can safely travel better that day.

So that left the option of a)Calling my estranged father who hasn’t spoken to me in 10 months to see what he is doing? Naw, I wash my hands of that headache. Or B) calling my husband mom and finding out what is going on there.

Backstory Time:

Thanksgiving at my In laws has never been a good experience. They live in a double wide, that is full of furniture, so it might as well be a single. They always invite some random strangers either from their church, or some “old friend”. They never make enough food, so if you are hungry when you get there? You will leave that way. Its freakishly odd how one could make a portion of food so small for such a big group. There are never enough places to sit, so everyone is sitting in precarious places and you had better not want to get up for anything once you are sitting down!

The last thanksgiving we were there, which was two years ago, we were told that it would Begin at 1:00. we get there at 12:30 and everyone is eating already and ¾ of the food is gone. They say to us as soon as we get through the door “its about time!” and we say “you told us 1” and they say “we started early” and we say “no one told us” and they say “oops” we stayed for 10 minutes and left, eating pizza later for thanksgiving (props to five star pizza!)

THIS YEAR, they are having……..27 people over……..20 freaking 7 people. That’s not including our hungry behinds! So I said Hell to the No.

We are going to stay home, make sushi, and watch “home for the holidays” with Robert Downey Jr. BUT SHHHH we are telling the in laws we are going to my dads……

That’s my story for this thanksgiving. Anyone relate?