<p>In the spirit of the impending holiday and keeping our humor intact. I wanted to share this
“instructional letter” link forwarded to me today by a friend(scroll down for the letter). And just for fun, be sure and link to the older and newer posts for some of the funniest family stories and photos ever.</p>
<p>Marney and regulation size casserole dishes are part of the family now! We read it when it first went up but I never thought to share it here. Thanks so much for posting it. I’m finding it just as funny the second time around.</p>
<p>PUGMADKATE—I just began a personalized edition of this letter for family members coming to my house for Thanksgiving. I am praying that they all still have a sense of humor. Then again, it might be a great way of keeping the wet blankets of the group home.</p>
<p>Not as creative as the ones in the link, but our family did make a “snowplowing” Chrismas family photo last year which included the pets. DD was in charge of holding the cat who was clearly terrified of the white stuff and our activities. Luckily, there was one shot in which the dog wasn’t sniffing at the cat’s butt :)</p>
<p>Boy, it’s a good thing I don’t host big family dinners or I would totally BE Marney. It was bad enough when my sister lived in Texas and would come from Thanksgiving. I’m allergic to tree nuts and one time she managed to make it impossible for me to eat the pumpkin pie…she put ground pecans in the crust…when I said I couldn’t eat it she said, “But they’re ground…”</p>
<p>Oh no, I think I’m Marney. My family always accuses me of being the Thanksgiving drill sargeant. However, if I didn’t, my 79 year old mother would be too stressed to enjoy herself. My cheapskate sister would show up with one can of cranberry sauce and a box of Ritz crackers (for 23 people) and my millionaire brother would mope because there weren’t any Parker House rolls. Ahh…gotta love family.</p>
<p>Missypie: In our family, it isn’t Christmas or Thanksgiving without at least one family member RUINING it. At the end of the evening, after MUCH wine, the worst offender is named, their sins announced and the holiday is dedicated as “The Christmas/Thanksgiving that (blank) ruined”. (my dad being the ultimate judge of worst offenders) If I remember correctly I ruined the Christmas of 2005 by refusing to eat my sisters underdone turkey. Now I STILL remind everyone that SHE underdid the turkey, but officially it became my WIN, since I was so vociferous about it. This all began about 15 years ago and it heals many wounds.</p>
<p>That’s our annual Sunday School Christmas pot luck. One lady will always bring a single can of corn (or equivalent), for 20-30 people. Now we all just pretend she hasn’t signed up to bring whatever she’s bringing.</p>
<p>I’m afraid that my dear departed mother was Marney. My H’s first Thanksgiving with us, we arrived from out of town at my parents’ and were greeted by Mom and her to-do list - all chores already assigned to specific family members. My H’s chore: drive clear across town to pick up the dinner rolls that were on sale for 69 cents less than at the local grocery. He never let her forget his introduction to her cost-conscious, micro-managed Thanksgiving - good thing she adored him ;)</p>