I'm free.

I did it. I told my sister that I am not coming to the family Thanksgiving feast. I admit that I did it over email, and I might have lied just a little to keep her from insisting, but at least I am not going there and won't have to put up with smart ass brother in law who is a raciest and sexists pig. Plus, my older sister won't critique my every move and remind me that at 51 I should either get a job or enjoy my age and not work so hard at going to school. I mean, what is her deal? Then there is loud mouth niece-in-law who talks and talks and says nothing, plus she shows way too much cleavage for my comfort. Then, my great nieces will be there and running and yelling and crying and all of that, so I am getting out of it. So, I am making a turkey, dressing, giblet gravy, and greenbeans and sweet potatoes. I will bake one pecan pie for hubby and son, and will make me a sugar free pumpkin pie. I'm leaning toward rolls but might make a loaf. I don't know, I'm just fucking happy that I am not going to the valley. Maybe my daughter will come and bring my babies. For the first time since 1989, I will have Thanksgiving with my family. The Good Son, Mr. Zelda, and hopefully The Evil Daughter and two perfect grandchildren. All is well on the hill.