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But to the funny things said..I had an uncle who was late sometimes getting to the gathering and we never waited so when they came in we would be stuffing our faces and someone or two would say 'well we waited for you' I guess you had to be there. It was a family joke (on Daddy's side) all us youngens would giggle.
There was a silence as we waited for the cooks....
I peeked into the kitchen, and the 3 of them had left. There was a
12 qt. pan of mashed potatoes upside down on the floor.
I kept their secret....
I love this!
And Happy Thanksgiving To All!!
8-)
Thankfully not hosting this year, going to my youngest brother's for them to host. Hooray.
Here, when I host, in my home, I have a very small kitchen. Perhaps DH is seated at the kitchen table, electric knife, carving up the turkey. I'm flittering about in the small kitchen, getting rolls onto a pan to pop them in the oven last minute, setting out drinking glasses and ice and tea and any other last minute things you do before calling the masses to come serve their plates.
I will never understand why people don't see/observe ... if I didn't call you in here to assign you a specific task then why are you in here. There's not enough space to be flittering about in and out of this and that cabinet and drawer and having to ask each individual to scuse me, scuse me, I need to get in that drawer .. need you to move, scuse me ...you're in the way I need to grab something out of that cabinet
I finally did, stop the presses and announce with much aggravation to my tone "unless you were asked to be in here to do something..scram ..all of ya..I'll call you when it's all ready .. don't need yall in here all in my way.
People did .. scatter like roaches and scram. Not very warm and inviting atmosphere by the host.
But dang ... get outta the way .. can you not see that your presence along with the 5 or 6 others that decided to amble into this small space, you're just in the way .. why make me have to be rude.
MIL was always one of the worst offenders ... she & her walker .. and not able to .. cant move fast ..hop outta the way.
Just dangit .. stay outta the kitchen .. unless you were asked to help.
Not real funny ...but yea probably me that did/said something awkward. Yep.
Dorker, good for you for SAYING something! Sometimes we have to speak up.
So my sister's boyfriend at the time proceeded to stand outside the bathroom door and say loudly "anything over 5 pounds you better lower down with a rope"
We all sat at the dinner table and cringed. (but laughed)
My mom hosts Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, etc. She loves to host the meals and has the china, crystal, silver, etc to set a beautiful table. We all gather around the living room to join hands and say a prayer.. which Mom says and takes very seriously.
Anyway, Mom was saying the prayer and I looked up to check on my (then) eight year old son. He was holding my brother's hand and dry heaving. I thought my brother had passed silent gas (his specialty) and that my son was at the height to be "in the line of fire." I couldn't help it and began to giggle. I really tried hard to stifle it but that just made it worse! My husband was squeezing my hand trying to quiet me but that also made it worse. I just couldn't stop!!!
I ruined my mom's prayer and she was, understandably, not happy. I apologized but was still reminded how to behave during the prayer for the next several holiday dinners.
Turns out, my son was standing near an appetizer tray of cheese and crackers and was getting an unwelcome whiff of blue cheese. Not surprisingly, neither of us like that cheese!
Still laughing 20 years later. Love this thread, thanks!