Hello, and happy thanksgiving holiday to everyone. I'm working a half day tomorrow then will be gone to my grandparent's (yeah, THOSE grandparents) for a five-day marathon of eating, shopping, forced socialization (my personal most-hated), and drinking. Well, ok... not drinking. But it sure would make the other three a lot more interesting, wouldn't it?
Mom is sick and in rare whiny and manipualtive form. not that her form is rare, but she's in rare form. I do feel bad she's sick. Hopefully things will go smoothly in the car tomorrow.
AND, hopefully for you guys, you all can look forward to another installment of "what weird-ass shit happened at Meredith's grandmother's house" or, as I like to call it, "how much more dysfunctional can things get before my aunt smashes the turkey carcass over someone's head" OR "exactly how much passive-agressiveness IS there in my family?". These are questions that only time can answer, and a good number of longitudinal and cross-sectional clinical studies.
until then, enjoy the writer's strike.
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