Although I was loathe to write about the Thanksgiving Nightmare (because spies lurk everywhere) my son apparently had no such qualms when writing his piece on how he spent Thanksgiving.

I went to a lot of places for Thanksgiving. I went to my grandma and grandpa’s for Thanksgiving. We ate turkey and other foods. The best part was my cousins came to grandma and grandpa’s house. Later, I went to my mom’s house. Then we ate turkey and other foods. The worst part was that my mom and ant were arguing and screaming at each other. Chase and I went outside to get away from the noise. It was snowing. Then I played a game called Tetris on the computer. I look forward to next year’s Thanksgiving.

When I was growing up, my parents had a rule that “what happens at home STAYS at home.” Fuck that. I say, if you’re going to be a screw-up, and ruin everyone’s Thanksgiving (see myself and my sister) then you’d better damn well expect it to be reported in the paper the next day. Or, at least, at your son’s school the following month.

Sometimes I’m a screw-up. I’ll take my lumps as they come.  ::blush::

Sheepish,
michelle