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a thanksgiving tale

I forgot to tell you my favorite Thanksgiving memory.

It was 1992. I was still married. We had Thanksgiving at my house - my family and my ex's family.

During dessert, my father punched my husband. There was a straw and a broken camel's back involved.

It wasn't a good event at the time, but hey - let's all look back and laugh at it now.

Well, I am.

Comments

This year, I promise your husband will not get punched. as for your ex.... just try and upset my little ones & it could be a re-run.

Somehow, I think maybe your dad had some very good reasons.....and, I'd love for him to be on MY side at the moment....

Good thing you said we could laugh, because that's exactly what I did. Too much.