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The answer may be to raise your kids not to turn into whatever douche-royale is depicted on the screen. Let it be a lesson to you, and stop the madness! It’s a PSA really.
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Monday: Dave all up in my face about the new haircolor. I am like "whatevs, I'll shave it, bitch." He's all "blah blah blah President." I hope we don't have to have dinner with these people too often.
Tuesday: Dinner with Prez! Actually kind of a hottie. Meal was good, skipped the bread and dessert (carbs). Some old guy was there banging on about the last election. Ferry, Berry, Terry.
Wednesday: Still in DC, sucks, club scene dead, everyone so serious! And fat. And old. Dying my hair again minute we leave this place. Dave like: "blah blah blah Michele's dress."
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Thanksgiving 1997: Grandfathers and Uncles unzipped their pants unabashedly before they napped in various chairs in the living room after the large dinner. All of the women were willingly sequestered in the kitchen arguing over who should do the dishes. "But you're too tired to do dishes! You've been up since 7 am cooking!" "No, no, you've been up that long and you had to drive 2 hours to get here. Let me do it!" Grandmothers who never spoiled their children or husbands were sneaking turkey under the table to my dog, and extra whiskey in my husband's Jack and ginger.
My cousin, husband and I were the "grandchildren," we were still the youngest at that point. And as such we were still expected to perform on cue.
Most of my family is determinedly rural, but my cousins side is gleefully intellectual. So, during the post dinner clean-up, my aunt (who was a little tipsy) came lunging at my cousin and demanded that she translate the "Riesling Auslese Wehlener," wine bottle that we were nursing as a post dinner treat.
"I paid for your Ivy League school, and your German lessons, so tell me what it means!" my aunt said loudly. She wanted to make sure that all of the other women in the kitchen got to appreciate the joys of her daughter's higher education.
My cousin without missing a beat took the wine bottle out of her mother's arms.
"Well, what does it say?" my aunt repeated her request.
Without missing a beat, my equally tipsy cousin said "Ernest and Julio."
And we laughed until the dog barked. And then both my grandmothers fed her some more turkey and asked my husband if he needed more whiskey.
It was a good Thanksgiving.
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