Everything is fucked up, blaahh!
So I'm hosting thanksgiving this year. I decided that since I live in a house with two ovens, I could make dinner and give the moms a break.
The roommates couldn't get Sunday off. No big deal, we'll do it on Saturday.
My mom doesn't want to close her shop on Saturday because it's busy. Alright that leaves Sunday night. Fine. Oh and by the way my Dad has decided it's a good idea to stay with us. We need to buy an air mattress and somehow make Alan's office a guest bedroom. Oh and find a place for two large dog kennels. Manageable, not ideal but I think I can manage it.
Then my other parents (the roommate's actual parents) think their dogs are too anti social to travel. Fixed that problem, leave them with the other daughter. Dad has a phobia about sleeping in the same bed that the roommates have sex in. Fine, then we'll buy another air mattress. But then I forget, he's 65 years old and isn't about to rough it on an air mattress. That leaves our bed, but our dog's bed is in the same room, so we'll have to move it to the only place with room: the basement. He's still not sure about staying at someone else's house.
So here's the plan. Thanksgiving, Sunday night. I cook all day then everyone comes over then we eat around 7. My parents sleep upstairs in Alan's office, my roommate's parents sleep in my bed, and Alan and I sleep downstairs, probably on the floor. The dog will have to sleep in the downstairs kitchen and my parent's dogs will probably be in the upstairs kitchen.
And of course, everyone is going to call on Saturday night and bail. Fuck me for trying to make dinner.
So I'm hosting thanksgiving this year. I decided that since I live in a house with two ovens, I could make dinner and give the moms a break.
The roommates couldn't get Sunday off. No big deal, we'll do it on Saturday.
My mom doesn't want to close her shop on Saturday because it's busy. Alright that leaves Sunday night. Fine. Oh and by the way my Dad has decided it's a good idea to stay with us. We need to buy an air mattress and somehow make Alan's office a guest bedroom. Oh and find a place for two large dog kennels. Manageable, not ideal but I think I can manage it.
Then my other parents (the roommate's actual parents) think their dogs are too anti social to travel. Fixed that problem, leave them with the other daughter. Dad has a phobia about sleeping in the same bed that the roommates have sex in. Fine, then we'll buy another air mattress. But then I forget, he's 65 years old and isn't about to rough it on an air mattress. That leaves our bed, but our dog's bed is in the same room, so we'll have to move it to the only place with room: the basement. He's still not sure about staying at someone else's house.
So here's the plan. Thanksgiving, Sunday night. I cook all day then everyone comes over then we eat around 7. My parents sleep upstairs in Alan's office, my roommate's parents sleep in my bed, and Alan and I sleep downstairs, probably on the floor. The dog will have to sleep in the downstairs kitchen and my parent's dogs will probably be in the upstairs kitchen.
And of course, everyone is going to call on Saturday night and bail. Fuck me for trying to make dinner.
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tilpacer:
It ain't Thanksgiving unless you consider everyone else plan to mess up your own. 
finlay:
Makes me glad we only celebrate Christmas here! I hope you enjoy it despite everything 