November 21, 2012

  • I am so not excited for thanksgiving. We do thanksgiving with Fancy's parents, and ugh. It's pretty much a whole weekend of being yelled at for stuff, being treated like we're five, and terrible food. The only good thing is that we'll get to see a friend on friday that we usually don't get to see. I just wish we didn't have to go, that we could just do our own thing here at home if we decided not to go anywhere. I could make it so much nicer than anything we do with his parents. And it's not just me not wanting to go to my future in-laws. He doesn't want to go anymore than we do, but says there's a social construct and we have to and she'll never let us live it down and blah blah blah.

    ugh. We're adults, what happened to the idea that adults could make their own choices? Apparently we can't, if we have to do shit on our days off for a holiday that's supposed to be about fun and family and caring. Instead it's just buh. BUH. My mom may have done a lot of shit, but at least she wouldn't force us to do something we didn't want to.

    Also she cooks better.

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