In the bizarro world that I live in, Thanksgiving is already over. We usually have dinner with my aunt and her family (who live 2 hours away) and somewhere along the line my mom and my aunt conspired that no one wants to drive on Thanksgiving. I think it was after my grandparents died. Everything went down the drain after that.

Anyway, strangely enough to the rest of the world, we had our Thanksgiving dinner on Sunday. I guess tomorrow I'll be enjoying a nice long day to myself. I don't really mind.

I have realized that all families have their own idiosynchracies and that you may not even comprehend what your family's are until you bring someone along to Thanksgiving dinner. There's nothing like looking at your family traditions through someone else's eyes. For example it never occured to me that my family doesn't serve gravy with the turkey. Yes that's strange but I never really thought about it.

Other highlights from my wacky family which were brought to my attention this past Sunday are, pictures cut from magazines of unknown babies hanging on the fridge (my parents desparately want a grandchild), magnetic porno poetry, the male members actually discussing the effects of tryptophan over dinner and subsequently staking out beds upstairs for an after dinner nap, and all kinds of infighting and disfunction that can only be fully emphasized by returning to the home of your childhood to find that nothing has changed and in fact, things have rapidly progressed from the sublime to the insane. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!   ¶ 3:54 PM