happy thanksgiving!
Thanksgiving at my house is sort of spectacular, with lots of heartwarming pilgrim-type meals and fattening American traditions like parade watching on widescreen TVs and plenty of coffee with enough half & half to equal WHOLE. I’m pretty sure this is what the Thanksgiving founders had in mind when they invited their native BFFs over for a feast of Butterballs and canned gelatinous cranberry glop, only ours includes more bottled “refreshments” followed by mandatory snoring and probably a cutthroat game of Hearts to wrap things up. I’ll bet in the olden days they just threw beer cans at each other and rubbed sticks together or something to make fire, then sat around in their traded furs and complained about how shitty the Mayflowers played against the Squantos Sunday before last, tossing the ol’ pigskin. Although back then it may have been a whole real pig, who knows. I’ll have to check my wikipedia and get back to you. Meanwhile the womenfolk were busy comparing cellphone plans and raving about the cheap manicures they got at that nail place on Amsterdam. Think I’m wrong? Go ahead, ask any pilgrim or Native American you know.
Anyway. Here’s how it happens at my house (alcohol accompanies every one of these activities, so I’m not even gonna break that down separately. Also if we’re lucky there’s a Golden Girls or X-Files marathon on somewhere, and then you can multiply the merriment times thirty.):
- wake up
- lie on the floor
- watch tv
- listen to my dad say “Look, Todd, the sun is shining. Can you believe that crap?”
- eat something called “breakfast bake” and a couple pumpkin/apple muffins
- lie on the floor
- nap
- shower & general hygiene
- lie on the floor
- pretend not to hear somebody telling you to get up off the floor
- snack on ancient American foods like Doritos and Fritos, basically any descendants of the -tos family
- football football football
- eat more snacks
- make random fun of Todd, or as we like to call him Susie Creamcheese, for reasons nobody can remember
- eat turkey dinner and familiar turkey dinner accoutrements, all covered in either butter, sour cream, brown sugar, cool whip, or mayonnaise or any combination thereof
- watch Todd do the dishes
- really nap
- watch tv
- watch Todd’s dog vomit up something
- go to bed
- rewind and repeat at Christmastime




Making fun of Todd is easy, what about Chris? Does he always eat alone?
Chris has his own problems, so we try not to add to them.