Every Thanksgiving & Christmas I host the dinners for the past 25+ years. I don't do early dinners, I'm not getting up at 5 am to cook. I think it's great for those that do, but I'm not one of them. My Sis & BIL know that. Anyway, I told everyone to come by at 3. My bro & SIL came by at the appointed time. (I haven't seen them for Thanksgiving in a few years) Sis & BIL come by a little after that. Bro brought over a HUGE appetizer, and I had everything cooked and ready to go. Sis says: Oh, good so we won't be eating at 8:00?
I let it roll off my back. A little while later her hubby made an even ruder comment which made me decide that they were talking about this before they even came over to eat here. ( Well, you don't have to come here if you don't like it, cook your own turkey dinner.) OK.... We're all together to have fun right? BIL had the resentful look all afternoon.
I wanted to do the BYC Tudy contest with the group at the dinning room table before dinner, when it looked nice, but my camera batteries failed. No problem, we'll do it after dinner. BIL stayed in the dinning room as Mr. Grumpypants while we're in the kitchen getting things ready for dinner. Dinner's over...Sis says where's the dark meat, BIL likes dark meat. On the kitchen table, didn't he see it? So now I've really sunk low in the ratings....meanwhile we're all set and taking pics with Tudy. It was fun. I thought so, anyway.
The next day I felt so hurt that I deleted the photos of my family with Tudy. I saved this one because she really appreciated the turkey dinner and everything I did to make it nice.
Families, aren't they great? Here's where I get real mature:
I wanted to do the BYC Tudy contest with the group at the dinning room table before dinner, when it looked nice, but my camera batteries failed. No problem, we'll do it after dinner. BIL stayed in the dinning room as Mr. Grumpypants while we're in the kitchen getting things ready for dinner. Dinner's over...Sis says where's the dark meat, BIL likes dark meat. On the kitchen table, didn't he see it? So now I've really sunk low in the ratings....meanwhile we're all set and taking pics with Tudy. It was fun. I thought so, anyway.
The next day I felt so hurt that I deleted the photos of my family with Tudy. I saved this one because she really appreciated the turkey dinner and everything I did to make it nice.
Families, aren't they great? Here's where I get real mature:
Since my only duckling was hatched by its parents late in the year, the duck had never had a chance to learn or to try swimming. I filled the bathtub and put some of the aquarium fish's declorinator in and had a fun day watching and helping "Quackers" swim in the bathtub and then held Quackers while he/she dried. All the hunting dogs (four weimaraners and 2 goldens) were nosing the bottom of the bathroom door, too. Hope this cheers you up
