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.