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On the demand of the 2 people who actually read my bog...ok, so I may be wishful thinking...I am finally posting after 2 days of silence. Silence only due to be being out of the office on Friday (I only post on the dime of my employer, of course) and to the fact that I was swamped with work yesterday. My sincerest apologies.

We're two days away from Turkey Day and I am elated with excitement. Food, food, and more food...oh yeah, and family time. For me, family time on Thanksgiving consists of visiting my husband's side of the family in the early afternoon and heading over to my family's dinner in the evening. Two meals - can't beat it. And it is quite an environmental change from visiting my husband's family - which is filled to the brim with wonderful compliments about how much they love seeing each other, getting together, tied together in a sweet bow of unlimited hugs and kisses from his grandparents...and concluding the afternoon with a fun family bonding game of Trivial Pursuit or a ballad on the piano by one of his great aunts. You leave his family festivities feeling warm and fuzzy all over. Good times.

And then we head to my family festivities.

Now, let me preface this rant with the fact that I gave my husband plenty of fair warning. Plenty. I mean, we were together for a mere 7 years before we got married - so he knows the baggage I come with. "Baggage" I refer to as my family - not my immediate family, but my extended family.

My dad is the oldest of six children. Six children that act as though they still live under the same roof, sharing bunk beds, giving each other wedgies, and seeing just how much it takes to push each other over the edge. Our family gatherings might as well be held at the local Romper Room.

Every holiday get-together includes at least one person crying, two people not speaking to each other until the other apologizes for some stupid remark they said, an inappropriate conversation in front of small children about the types of drugs they "used to do at our age", and one of them ending up too drunk to drive so another gets pissed off because they have to take their "drunk ass" home. Oh, the good times they are a rollin'. I have always found it to be funny to sit back and watch this circus of utter stupidity; yet embarrassed to know that these people are my flesh and blood - my family. Good Lord.

My husband, on the other hand, has always found my family events to be extremely entertaining - and always leaves more thankful for his family than he was just a few hours before, uttering "Man, your family is f-ed up!"

Happy Thanksgiving!