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posted by [personal profile] recrudescence at 01:05am on 23/11/2007 under ,
Hey, chickens, happy Turkey Day. Those of you who don't celebrate Thanksgiving, no hard feelings.

Last year, I went to Liora's vegan Thanksgiving dinner, played Cranium with her parents, and got my car stuck in the mud in her front yard. It was excellent.

This year, I trotted over to my mother's house, watched Willow with the Gorgons, and had a mild big-sister session with the littlest Gorgon about how he's holding up alone in the house with our batty mother. Everything went well, considering. The Gorgons and I are on good terms and it's clear no one wants to be that match that sets off the mum, and there was already a decent chance of that happening since our father had the audacity to want to spend some time with his offspring on Thanksgiving.

Once our mother brought herself to actually sit at the same table, if not actually speak to the man other than a post-dinner chewing-out in the front yard about how he should've spoken to her about coming over, things weren't too odd. I do feel bad for him--he knew he'd catch some form of hell for trying to contact her and make plans, and he knew he'd catch it if he showed up unannounced. I was kind of thrown at being the intermediary ("Um, you might want to say something to her...or I can say something to her..."), because how do you play the mediator with your parents and not look like a prat?

I have thanks and I have issues, and I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine.

Whenever I hear that line, I picture Mimi picking through a pile of Louis Vuittons and trying in vain to find just the right set. Roger, of course, is off having very hot, very safe sex with his roommate.

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