It seems that my Thanksgiving has hit a wall.
My sister Marcia hurt her knee really badly so she can’t come.
When Stephanie heard that Marcia isn’t coming she said she’s not driving through all that traffic just to look at me and Julie, people she can see any time so she’s out.
The others have already said they aren’t coming because of bronchitis, Disney World, first Thanksgiving in new house and a variety of other reasons.
So it looks like it’s just me, Julie, Paul and Violet.
So I’ll make a little turkey con trimmings (I speak very little english now) that we can wash down with vats of wine.
If you think Violet was pissed before, don’t ask.