thanksgiving - when the skeletons come flying out of the closet
The great thing about family get-togethers is that you always find out some deep, dark secret in the course of the dinner converstation.
My Aunt Anne let one slip this year, and I have found the root cause of my fear of burning to death: When I was little, my younger sister Jo-Anne tried to set me on fire by lighting matches and throwing them in my hair.
So today, when I found this out, I punched her in the arm and gave her a black and blue. There's no statute of limitations on sibling abuse is there?
Don't listen to anything she says in the comments, she's just in a state of denial.
Back across the street for the second round of dessert now.