
I had half a mind not to do a Turkey Day post but here goes:
~ My old Jamaican uncle was harassed by a Gay couple on his flight. My uncle and the couple were seated in the same row and once they realized he was Jamaican, they as he put it, "began the most inappropriate public displays of affection" with the sole purpose of torturing him. All I could do was cut the tomatoes for the salad and not LOL in his face. Bless his homophobic heart. Btw his son is soooo geigh and in the closet!!!
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~My mother was forced to call me by the "K" name, because this side of the family doesn't find the... lets say beauty in the "S" name. In fact they (grown ass people) pause, smile and/or giggle before saying the "S" name. :o) if you know the personal e-mail addy you'll understand.
~There was an under 35 side eye when my younger cousin decided to Crank that Soulja Boy at dinner.
^This same boy asked for a BATTING CAGE for Christmas. His mom said he write whatever he wants a piece of paper.bwhahaha Oh and the FULL Christmas List, this chile passed them out like flyers to a club. He's in his early teens so I'm blaming the hormones.
~ My older brother was the first to become clearly "tipsy" as he called it. There was a stumble and the plate fell but not the bottle of wine. *wipes away single tear* He is the wind beneath my drunk ass wing.
~After dinner folks was falling like dominoes. The *itis was kicking in strong. My cousin put his foot in that turkey.
~ Once folk recovered the men planned their shopping while the ladies watched football. Gotta love it!
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.....and what I'm most Thank Full 4 :
I can leave my purse around my family un-attended and nothing comes up missing.
God Bless Family!!!