Sweats and bunny slippers should be considered appropriate attire for dinner.
Holidays force you to eat with people you can’t stand and have nothing in common with.
Why the hell is the grocery store so busy? Did everyone else forget dinner rolls too?
OMG, my husband is an awesome cook. If more men cooked, there would be fewer divorces. I am sure of this.
I laugh politely at horrible jokes as I pass the gravy. If these were characters in my story, I would have killed them by the second chapter.
A stray happy thought crosses my mind: I do not share a gene pool with most of them.
There is such a thing as Eater’s Remorse.
I love holidays, and I really love these people…we should get together more often.
Hope you had a great holiday!!!