Ever enjoy a “redneck” Thanksgiving???
Ya, me neither!!!!
OMG! Lets just say I am probably the words worst daughter, something to be proud of, hu? I didn’t call my parents on Thanksgiving, not because I didn’t want too, but because every time I turned around something else went wrong on Thanksgiving…….
Jeff was pissy in the morning, said he wasn’t going to go to his mothers blah blah blah, wah wah, wah, so I took the girls and left, hey he asked for it, he said he wasn’t going!!! Then about an hour or so after I got there, Puppa Rick went and filled up my car with gas for me, then he and Jeff’s brother Marty drove to South Portland to get Jeff, brought him back, then we had company left and right all day, I would think, often outloud, okay gotta call my mum, Lexie we need to call MEME, and then something else would happen…….burnt turkey, a not very firm pumpkin pie…………….and without having a cell phone in hand that meant I had to go find a phone, and I swear every time I walked thru that kitchen something else would happen…..hmmmmm, maybe there is a connection here?????………..then as I got the girls into bed thinking okay I will go find a phone and call MEME, Jeff and his brother got into an argument, and his mother overreacted, and all hell broke loose……………so picture this……..a chick in white sweatpants with bright orange hooters written on her ass, green plaid flannel shirt, black high heels, hair that is uncontrollable, talking to the lovely Windham police officer…..ya see why I didn’t enjoy my Redneck Thanksgiving………
P.S. So, mum if you are reading this, I am very sorry!!!
P.P.S. More to come
P.P.P.S. The lovely police office even told me that this was a waste of an hour of his time on Thanksgiving…………….