tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914204124628670371.post644630602634163854..comments2023-10-23T09:16:22.506-07:00Comments on First Class to Hell: : The TurkeyVal and Parkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659431392894236853noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914204124628670371.post-42306914599642775882008-10-01T17:10:00.000-07:002008-10-01T17:10:00.000-07:00I'm a little jealous that I don't have any holiday...I'm a little jealous that I don't have any holiday horror stories (that I can remember, at least). <BR/><BR/>The best I got is an alcoholic aunt who insists on being called "Aunt Mimi" (which I, nor have my siblings have EVER called her in our entire lives), and loudly comments that "YOU can have some wine, Jennifer! YOU are 22 and CAN have wine if you choose!!!!! But I'M going to have a sprite!!!!". Along with a uncle's wife, who is only entertaining because she's self-centered and thinks her problems are unrelatable to the rest of us. The females in the family entertain ourselves by having to take turns bailing each other out by socializing with her, as she complains about her daughter, her father or her husband- a man who talks too fast (to himself, most of the time) and who has severe ADD that you can barely keep up with him in conversation. <BR/><BR/>Along with the generic rowdy uncles who get more so with each beer, and phone call to uncles not at the house. <BR/><BR/>If you're unfortunate enough to have a significant other at a gathering, my well meaning, large uncle will purposefully screw with them as much as possible, with death threats and speed bumps. (which he has never done to my boyfriend which makes me worry he doesn't actually like him, or me, lol. Funny how that works out) <BR/><BR/><BR/>So I guess I have some good stuff afterall. I'll have to pay attention this holiday.Jennifer Goodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08567885257853378953noreply@blogger.com