it was an odd thanksgiving.
lunch was at 1. well, it was supposed to be at one. we were all supposed to be at my sisters house by 1 and the only people who were there on time were the people who live there. mom and i were a bit late because the potatoes weren't done on time. mom was still mashing at 1. and at five after, i got the, why-haven't-you-left-yet phone call. that's always a great way to start the festivities.
so we get to her house a little after 1. probably at 115...i don't really know. and then my brother wasn't there. ever since he got married and had two little girls, time is only a figure of speech. it drives me bonkers. not enough to call him repeatedly, like someone wanted to do (hint: my sister & brother in law). it wasn't pretty. it all went down hill from there.
once we all made it to the table and started to eat, things were much better. it wasn't too bad. but it wasn't thanksgiving. we weren't sitting around a pool eating summer sausage and cheese spread. i know that doesn't sound like the best thanksgiving but that's normally the highlight of my year. today wasn't thanksgiving to me, it was an odd day where all of us were in the same room for a short period of time where we actually made food. not a typical day. but certainly not thanksgiving. and if i had any doubt, the fact that it's 11:50pm and i'm not sitting in a hot tub in the middle of iowa and on top of that i'm getting up at 430am, not to shop like every year in iowa, but to work. and i'm happy about it too.
bah humbug