Turkey Week, Round 2

*I would first like to issue an apology for my severe tardiness in getting these posts out. The holiday weekend took a lot out of me and I just haven't felt like blogging lately. Sorry.

Anyway...

In Thursday evening's program we had my mother Kate, my sister Sarah, cousin Robin and her partner Amy, Robin's parents Don and Melody (my uncle and aunt), and my aunt Linda and uncle David (v1.0). We all gathered at Linda and David's quaint little 3-story, 4 bedroom, 3&1/2 bath home on 1.19 acres overlooking the Puget Sound and Olympic Mountain Range (it's really not as glamorous as it sounds - it only has 2 fireplaces, one deck, one patio and one of the most beautiful gardens you've ever seen).

This particular evening is what one would expect to be the more "classy" of all of my Thanksgiving dinners. Don't let the fancy china, antique silver flatware or classical music fool you - these people are just  as capable of crude jokes and cat-fighting as the rest of my family. However, things were fairly mellow this year. Our combined collection of iPhones kept us entertained for several hours along with damnyouautocorrect.com (hysterical, by the way).

The highlight of the evening had to be when aunt Melody decided to share her personal experience with "surfing the web". Generally when Melody shares a story or tells a joke it turns into an uncomfortably awkward moment. Her sense of humor is a little "off"/non-existent. When she finally gets to the punchline, everyone just sort of stares at each other or the wall until someone eventually changes the subject. Emitting a fake laugh in order to placate Melody would only serve to encourage her behavior. But I digress...

So Melody shared a story that began with her describing how she had been jealous of her husband's newly found affinity for Internet browsing. She decided one evening that she, too, would surf the web in hopes of finding some new and fascinating groups to join. (Melody and Don are retired and therefore have entirely too much free time on their hands) Melody then proceeded to inform us that she decided to do a search for duct tape.

Let's just let that sink in for a moment. Duct tape.

No, she was not in need of duct tape; she was not looking to purchase more duct tape; to the best of my knowledge, she does not have a duct tape fetish. Melody simply thought it would be "interesting". Naturally, it didn't take her long to find a group and add herself to the email list. Can you see where we're headed with this? Melody couldn't.

It took poor Melody two days before she unsubscribed to the duct tape email group. Apparently she wasn't expecting to receive photos of naked people held in duct tape bondage. But then again, who would expect that?