I don’t know how Smoochy and I managed this but . . . we have no place to go for Thanksgiving dinner!
We usually go to my brother’s in Houston, but they decided not to host this year, which is cool. I understand the burnout thing. So, we assumed (yeah, yeah, I know) that we would be at my father-in-law’s for the holiday. Sure, he’s cooking – at his new girlfriend’s house! And my sister-in-law’s mother-in-law (follow me?) may or may not be cooking at the sister-in-law’s house. Basically we are ass out.
It never occurred to me that I might have to prepare a Thanksgiving meal. Of course, it is the day before Thanksgiving, I haven’t been to the grocery store and oh yeah – I can’t cook! Well, I can put together decent, basic meals. But a turkey? Dressing, mac and cheese, greens, sweet potato pie? Those are out of my reach, and somehow I don’t think tomorrow is the day to start experimenting.
We are going to end up being the poor pathetic family that waitresses roll their eyes at when they come into the restaurant on Thanksgiving Day looking for a meal. How do I know the waitresses will roll their eyes and talk about us? I used to do it back in the day when I was waiting tables and making $2.13 an hour + tips!!!
Seriously – what am I supposed to do? Thanksgiving meatloaf anyone?