What should have happened and what did happen on Thanksgiving

Sooo, like everyone else in America, I was excited for the prerequisite for type 2 diabetes, better known nationally as Thanksgiving. I was ready for the beautiful meal and the family bonding. Unfortunately, as usual, nothing ever goes as planned. My Thankgiving isn't an exception. Here's a rundown on exactly what happened on November 24, 2011:

• As usual, my family always waits until the very last second to prepare for anything. This became a problem at 7:32 in the morning, when I was woken up from my island honeymoon with someone-who-will-remain-anonymous and rudely brought back to reality by my mother, who needed to go to Walmart to get the food and everything we needed.
• We got everything we needed and came home....or so we thought. We forgot the turkey. I know, who forgets the turkey? My mom, obviously. Anyway, everything by then was closed, so my dad had to go to a Bravo supermarket in Kissimmee to get one.
• To make matters worse, my ankle swole up. Yup, God has blessed me, I'm sure.And depite that I STILL had to help cook
• My mom didn't make the mashed poatoes orrrrr the stuffing
• Mom overbaked the ham
• Dad overfryed the turkey
• Sister bitched through the entire day
• I considered suicide
• Then refused it
• Then reconsidered it
• Food finally finished
• Mom dropped sweet potato pie, all that's left is pumpkin ( Seriously? )

But in the end, we had a great meal & we bonded as a family and that's what Thanksgiving is all about, not the TV perfect family, but just enjoying being in each other's company.