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my wife wants to do a separate thanksgiving dinner.
ouch!!
i dont know how it happened. my wife and i pinkie-promised each other this holiday was going to go down quiet. i was going to spatchcock a cornish game hen.
my brother was going to go to his GF's big sisters house in a CA city that is dangerously close to my house. oh, o! spidey senses. have fun bro! then he invites MOM. oh EFF! here is what is happening now.
my family flies into Sacramento. WTF#1. they will drive my mom to me and she will stay with me for a few days, then my MOM hoping to maximize her visit will require me to go and and take her to SF. WTF#2. then bro will pick her up a few days later and we all go and meet up near Sacto to eat together. FAACK! there are lots of moving parts to move my mom around. she is a feeble old lady now, and i think its BS. my mom was a powerhouse younger and she just gave up. pisses me off. i had a complicated youth, where i was fed a constant rich diet of Guilt-trips. i made a conscious effort to never ever be affected by them ever again.
my cornish hen will stay frozen. family called and asked, "What are we doing for Christmas?"
nothing. i lied. i said i was flying to Vancouver. hahah..it's gonna suck if i will actually have to fly to vancouver to create a backstory for my lie.. i'm bringing the frozen game hen.
true story. my sister planned a house move during Tday so she had an excuse to not come. hahah..shrewd.
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poof! gone
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