Twas the night before Xmas
Dec. 24th, 2004
Xmas eve at my Grandmothers is basically going to be a replay of thanksgiving. Here are my predictions:
My uncles and father will go into the living room and watch sporting events all comfortable seats will be taken. My aunts, sister and mother will be in the kitchen preparing food. I will hide in what ever corner I can until dinner is served. The two tables that are required to seat my extended family will not fit into my grandmother's dining room properly. My brother and I will probably have to sit on a piano bench and be pinned against the wall. I heard that fish might be served. FISH? If this is the case then I will probably end up eating a dinner roll and dessert type item with mini marshmallows in it.
The whole event would be so less crappy if my cousin didn't knock that chick up 8 years ago. The offspring that they produced is one of the most irritating things I've ever encountered. If she weren't going to be there I could take my gba sp and play fun games while hiding in the corner with out her saying "Can I see your game boy? Can I touch it? Can I take the game out and stick it in the pumpkin pie?"
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