Turkey Day

    My holidays are always a little more hectic than the normal. My parents are divorced, and both are remarried. This means I get two of everything; two Thanksgivings, two Christmas'...you get the point. This past Thanksgiving, literally everything that could go wrong, did. To start out, I completely misunderstood my mom and showed up to her dinner about 45 minutes late...which she was not happy about. I also forgot to pick up some whipped cream for the pie...and no place was open in town. I dropped the ball on that one big time. Realizing it wasn't the end of the world, we moved on and continued dinner. Well, good thing my annoying little cousin screamed about there being no stuffing or else it would've stayed in the oven and caught on fire. I know what you're thinking, stuffing is a pretty hard thing to forget. But when you have 40+ people running around your house...things can get a little out of control and slip your mind.
      After my mother's fiasco of a dinner, I digested for maybe ohhh I don't know..15 minutes and I was off to my dad's. Barely being able to walk, I wobbled to my car and drove one street over to his house, yes, just one street. Ridiculous, I know. Well, this thanksgiving didn't seem to be going much better. My step mom was yelling at my dad for not making the potatoes right or something like that, and he turned around too fast to defend himself and BAM...dropped half of the turkey on the floor. Yep, all.over.the.floor. Well, this just caused chaos. But, as usual, realizing it wasn't the end of the world we were all just happy we could be together and enjoy a meal...even if all of us didn't get to have turkey. It's never a dull moment at either one of my houses, and that's just the way I like it.