I was recently informed that some day I will make some man very happy. While this could be viewed as a compliment, I instead saw it as an expectation I could never possibly live up to. This is primarily due to my family - more specifically - my dad's side of the family. I love them all. I really do. But they're frightening, especially to outsiders. They're loud, opinionated, rowdy, and they multiply like rabbits. No, seriously. I thought my aunts and uncles had a lot of kids but my cousins are certainly giving them a run for their money.
Every year my Grandma Lee (my father's mother) hosts a Thanksgiving dinner at her house. There are usually at least 30 people who show up. This year we only had 29 attendees but that's because roughly 20 of them weren't able to travel. And incase you're wondering, the answer is no, my grandmother does not live in a mansion. She owns a quaint 2 bedroom, single floor home that barely fits all of us.
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So I started this post a month ago. And then I saved it as a draft and forgot about it. Now I don't have the motivation to finish it. To sum up, we drank, we ate (my amazing father smoked three amazing turkey breasts - SO GOOD!), my more talented relatives played music afterward, and there was much rejoicing.
The end.
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