a perfectly normal thanksgiving
My own parents had thanksgiving dinner last Sunday (they like to be different), and they're 2800 miles away anyway, so obviously I wasn't going to their house. One of the lovely things about not having a close family is that all the crazy holiday stress is alleviated...no expectations, not even any gifts to worry about. I have one grandmother who is a nutjob, so no worries there (I stopped sending cards a few years after she did). The other grandmother stopped giving gifts to her grandkids when we hit eighteen. Not that receiving gifts is a requirement, but the best part of holidays is that you
can give gifts to other people.
Anyway, back to thanksgiving...I tag along to my friend's family's holiday get-togethers, and I swear they're the most normal family I've ever been around. There's no drama, there's no stress, we just show up, play a few card games/Monopoly/Life/whatever, watch football or the Food Network, eat dinner, have dessert, get leftovers, go home. It's awesome.
