Every fucking Thanksgiving is the same. I get home (or wake up) and nigh instantly the entire family is in fucking insanity mode. OH GOD THERE’S A HAIR ON THE FLOOR, SOMEONE VACUUM THE FLOOR or SCRUB BEHIND THE TOILET BECAUSE I MEAN IT’S NOT LIKE ANYONE LOOKS THERE WHEN THEY’RE TAKING A SHIT BUT I SAW IT ONCE SO WAAAAH or OH GOD GET OUT THE GOOD DISHES or MAKE THE FUCKING SHRIMP COCKTAIL or HERB WHY DIDN’T YOU USE ENOUGH LIQUID THE POTATOES ARE TURNING BROWN AND BROWN IS UGLY ON POTATOES or SOMEONE TASTE THIS GRAVY and I am fucking sick of it.
NEWSFLASH: IT’S JUST DINNER
It’s kind of hard to escape when it’s the people you live with. I love my immediate family 364 days a year but today I just want to push them out a window.