|raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote,|
@ 2011-11-25 00:47:00
Thanksgiving at the Mooglefamily House
Making the pumpkin pie is never, ever uneventful at my house, starting with my very first attempt, in which I mixed up the tablespoon with the teaspoon and made Salty Bob's Salty Pumpkin Pie of Saltiness. (I have yet to live this down.) Another year saw the Great Cinnamon Upset, and this year we lost the can opener which led to Dad showing me how to laboriously open a can using one of those bottle opener things with the point on it.
"It's like watching someone churn butter," I said, earning myself the Sarcasm Award for the year. No, really, Dad found a sign at Michaels and said it was meant to be a Christmas present, but he just had to give it to me right then. Accomplishments do not go unrecognized in my family.
But that's usually how it goes, with holidays. We get into epic snark contests, we bitch about the extended family, and we tell old in-jokes until I nearly pee myself laughing. That's what I'm thankful for.