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Thanksgiving day. Woke up tired at 11:30am. Stayed in bed, tried to get a little more sleep, whilst feeling bad for not getting up and helping before company arrived.
12:35. Looked at stuff on phone, bf came in to check on me and tell me that company would/should be arriving in around half an hour. Stayed in bed for another 10 min, then forced myself out of bed.
Got ready for company, helped with food, went outside in snow with the dogs. Scattered old sunflowers seeds for the birds. Found out dogs killed a little mole, was told I had to throw it out of the dogs' reach. Reluctantly picked up small rodent's lifeless, oddly squishy body, threw it into untouched snow where the dogs wouldn't see it.
Was told food would be ready at 2pm.
Company came. Bf's dad picked up his mom (Erik's grandma), whom he claims is evil. Lol. Lucille is her name, but she's often called "Loose-wheel". Dogs go nuts as usual.
Bf's brother, sis in law, and niece arrive. They bring 2 pies: 1 apple crumb pie and one pecan pie with a slice missing from it. Classy as hell.
Food finishes up. I completely carve a chicken. Eat with family.
Lucille makes joke about how she thought Texans only ate beef for Thanksgiving. I didn't find it funny at all. "No... Thanksgiving is exactly the same in Texas. Nothing different."
Awkward.
I accidentally bite my tongue. Bf's dad says "Well at least it's not my tongue," I jokingly say, "No, that comes later... kidding lol"
Awkward again.
Contemplate never opening my mouth to speak around people. Anxiety kicks in. Then the better part of my brain tells me that people say weird things all the time.
Full, tired, escape to laptop.
Boring shit.
12:35. Looked at stuff on phone, bf came in to check on me and tell me that company would/should be arriving in around half an hour. Stayed in bed for another 10 min, then forced myself out of bed.
Got ready for company, helped with food, went outside in snow with the dogs. Scattered old sunflowers seeds for the birds. Found out dogs killed a little mole, was told I had to throw it out of the dogs' reach. Reluctantly picked up small rodent's lifeless, oddly squishy body, threw it into untouched snow where the dogs wouldn't see it.
Was told food would be ready at 2pm.
Company came. Bf's dad picked up his mom (Erik's grandma), whom he claims is evil. Lol. Lucille is her name, but she's often called "Loose-wheel". Dogs go nuts as usual.
Bf's brother, sis in law, and niece arrive. They bring 2 pies: 1 apple crumb pie and one pecan pie with a slice missing from it. Classy as hell.
Food finishes up. I completely carve a chicken. Eat with family.
Lucille makes joke about how she thought Texans only ate beef for Thanksgiving. I didn't find it funny at all. "No... Thanksgiving is exactly the same in Texas. Nothing different."
Awkward.
I accidentally bite my tongue. Bf's dad says "Well at least it's not my tongue," I jokingly say, "No, that comes later... kidding lol"
Awkward again.
Contemplate never opening my mouth to speak around people. Anxiety kicks in. Then the better part of my brain tells me that people say weird things all the time.
Full, tired, escape to laptop.
Boring shit.
