At a Loss

My thanksgivings have been spent at my aunt's over decorated mansion for my entire life. I have 3 aunts. They are all very similar (including my mother) but complain about each other hypocritically all the time.  They are all crazy. Aunt Kim is very crass. She has recently picked up the flipping people off thing and thinks it is very funny. She also flashes us her underwear and pretends to fart. Lovely southern women.

I still sit at the kid's table with my cousins. Which I like very much, except for my second cousin who's mother is a crazy, self centered twitchy blond woman who is forever embittered by her rejection by the Dallas cowboy cheer leading squad. She has huge boob implants and wears tight velour exercise suits and carries around a tiny dog. She is not related to me. This cousin is a demon. I think her mother taught her how to pole dance already.

I am at a loss of anything unique to say about the actual meal. It was, and always is, very good. There should be more Thanksgiving songs. My brother plays too much minecraft. He likes violence. I love him. We just built a tree house, with a tennis ball gun turret to fend off invaders.