Every year, my mom's side of the family (which consists of my mother's parents, her aunt and uncle, and her two cousins) comes together for a family thanksgiving. Altogether, there are around 12 people. We often go to my great aunt's house for the meal, which would be fine, except that she and her husband are avid smokers. The stench of smoke is so deeply embedded within the house I doubt it will ever come out and it clings to whoever is unlucky enough to enter. After leaving, my family and I cleanse ourselves, similar to what I imagine would occur if we came in contact with radioactive material.
Anyway, the meal, usually bought entirely at Fresh Market due to my Great Aunt's laziness, is delicious all the same. However, the conversations held between my immediate family and some of my relatives are agonizingly boring, with the same topics being brought up every year. In fact, my mom jokingly suggested that we have a bingo board of conversations or phrases. Unfortunately, that idea never came to fruition, but I feel sure we would have been able to get a BINGO almost immediately.
I love Thanksgiving, just not always the location or the people that accompany it.
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