I ruined thanksgiving 15 years ago!

[name not needed]

:P

[Mojambo]

1. I called my uncle an ignorant fascist at Thanksgiving

A few years back. Then we both drew each others name in the Christmas lottery.

That was an uncomfortable holiday.

[sui generis]

4. you know you could have gone all the way

and gotten him a little hitler doll or something!

Seriously, all you can do is live your life. You can't live his for him and he can't live yours for you, and that's just the way it is.

[sui generis]

2. I tried to ruin it yesterday

the partner was putting down pink marble tile in the pool palace all morning so I got to cook all day by myself.

Yeast was inexplicably dead - so bread didn't rise as high as I wanted - the turkey with citrus stuffing was tough, tasty and juicy but tough - a first, and the yams for some bizarre reason didn't cook evenly (cooked in a dutch oven, also a first), and I saw something shiny while making the stuffing and ran off without stirring down the bread mix to find the bottom had set into a solid pot-shaped mass.

But Richard "'Duccio" came in, set the table, buttered the bread, helped recover everything, opened a bottle of wine, lit some candles, and it was a marvelous thanksgiving anyway, with tough turkey, random yams, soggy stuffing, cracked pie, and flat bread, and the person I love most in the whole world.

The giblet gravy - now that was a masterpiece.

[Susang]

3. Were you 15 years old?

Or did you just act like it? :evilgrin: