Come here if your in laws do weird crap at thanksgiving.

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Anonymous wrote:Last Thanksgiving my SIL came out of her basement and handed DH a white-and-gold wrapped gift. It was a wedding gift -- from when he married his first wife. Thirty freaking years ago. We have been together 20 and married for seven. Apparently it was a gift from some family member that gave it to her to give them and she never did? And after all these years she felt Thanksgiving with me sitting next to him was the perfect time to come hand it to him?

What was the gift? Did it survive the 30 year wait to be opened?

I have no idea. I pitched a fit and told SIL to put it back wherever it came from, and to keep it or throw it out.

If DCUM had been around 30 years ago I bet the gift giver would have been posting on here about how they weren't ever going to speak to DH and his ex again because they didn't get a thank you note for a wedding gift. And then someone on here would chime in about with "Are you sure they got it?" and a bunch of people would post and say "Of course they got it, people are just rude, go no contact." Lol.

You have to open it. It’s so bad it’s hilarious.

Please?

No can do. It was last year's Thanksgiving that she pulled this. And this year we are going out just the two of us. It's probably still in SIL's basement, lol.

Seriously, grow up.

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Anonymous wrote:Currently taking a kid to Starbucks to use bathroom as the rest of family are in heated argument over who clogged the toilet and should clean it up.
No one admitting responsibility and it is gross.
Praying it is calm when we return home
Haven’t even had meal yet

Do you not own a plunger?

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Anonymous wrote:Last Thanksgiving my SIL came out of her basement and handed DH a white-and-gold wrapped gift. It was a wedding gift -- from when he married his first wife. Thirty freaking years ago. We have been together 20 and married for seven. Apparently it was a gift from some family member that gave it to her to give them and she never did? And after all these years she felt Thanksgiving with me sitting next to him was the perfect time to come hand it to him?

What was the gift? Did it survive the 30 year wait to be opened?

I have no idea. I pitched a fit and told SIL to put it back wherever it came from, and to keep it or throw it out.

If DCUM had been around 30 years ago I bet the gift giver would have been posting on here about how they weren't ever going to speak to DH and his ex again because they didn't get a thank you note for a wedding gift. And then someone on here would chime in about with "Are you sure they got it?" and a bunch of people would post and say "Of course they got it, people are just rude, go no contact." Lol.

You have to open it. It’s so bad it’s hilarious.

Please?

No can do. It was last year's Thanksgiving that she pulled this. And this year we are going out just the two of us. It's probably still in SIL's basement, lol.

Seriously, grow up.

+1. I would be dying to know what it was, some relic from the past. Are you that insecure in your marriage PP that would cause you to overreact so badly and have no sense of humor? What a strange response.

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Anonymous wrote:The family style is annoying because it dominates the conversation. Pass this, pass that. Don't the kids like green beans? We made this because we thought they'd like it. Aren't you hungry? This one eats and eats. You look like you're going to blow away. Could you pass that again?
The buffet - you line up, make your plate and eat it. Go back and get more if you want more. Talk about something more interesting at the table. And I don't even have an island, I use the induction surface as a serving area every night!

I don't usually mind family style but I can't get control over it with my family. My parents don't understand the concept of just passing in one direction. I try to conduct the rhythm "ok mom, pass the green beans around...No not to me, just take some and pass to your left... Mom, could you please take some salad and pass it on? No, mom, the rolls are coming around, I'm not passing them across the table to you. Now you have the salad, corn and the cranberries stacking up next to your plate, for the love of...yes, sorry nobody has passed you the turkey Aunt Mary, dad skipped you by passing every single item back the other way." My niece: grandpa, what, did you get the Uno reverse card or something????

My inlaws manage it flawlessly.

You’re a great writer, and your niece is a treasure.

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Anonymous wrote:The ham and cream cheese wrapped around a pickle shows up at every church potluck here the Midwest. I’ve heard it called “Lutheran sushi.”

This is probably the mist common appetizer in the Midwest, where I'm from. I brought it to my first work potluck in DC and then was horrified when I realized half my office was Jewish and couldn't/wouldn't eat it. That the last time I made it.

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Anonymous wrote:I’m pregnant and the smell of coffee makes me nauseous. They know this. Of course I’ve just dealt with it in the mornings, because I get that people want coffee, but DH has been opening the windows and has made sure to clean up as soon as possible to minimize the smell.

DH and I were just both upstairs helping older DD with bath/preparing for bed time, and MIL brewed a pot of coffee without asking or without warning. I’m currently gagging.

Thanks, MIL. This one time you couldn’t just skip a cup of coffee with leftover pie. Just this once, you couldn’t skip it.

This is a you problem, of course people want to drink coffee, even more coffee than usual at social gatherings. Put something scented under your nose or chew peppermint gum. I can't imagine seriously feeling it would be appropriate to expect others not to make coffee, nevermind making a big production out of others making coffee. Not reasonable at all.

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Anonymous wrote:Last Thanksgiving my SIL came out of her basement and handed DH a white-and-gold wrapped gift. It was a wedding gift -- from when he married his first wife. Thirty freaking years ago. We have been together 20 and married for seven. Apparently it was a gift from some family member that gave it to her to give them and she never did? And after all these years she felt Thanksgiving with me sitting next to him was the perfect time to come hand it to him?

What was the gift? Did it survive the 30 year wait to be opened?

I have no idea. I pitched a fit and told SIL to put it back wherever it came from, and to keep it or throw it out.

If DCUM had been around 30 years ago I bet the gift giver would have been posting on here about how they weren't ever going to speak to DH and his ex again because they didn't get a thank you note for a wedding gift. And then someone on here would chime in about with "Are you sure they got it?" and a bunch of people would post and say "Of course they got it, people are just rude, go no contact." Lol.

You have to open it. It’s so bad it’s hilarious.

Please?

No can do. It was last year's Thanksgiving that she pulled this. And this year we are going out just the two of us. It's probably still in SIL's basement, lol.

Seriously, grow up.

+1. I would be dying to know what it was, some relic from the past. Are you that insecure in your marriage PP that would cause you to overreact so badly and have no sense of humor? What a strange response.

Exactly. Free gift for you and I would be curious what it is. I would make a joke about sending the thank you card and open the gift myself.

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Anonymous wrote:I’m pregnant and the smell of coffee makes me nauseous. They know this. Of course I’ve just dealt with it in the mornings, because I get that people want coffee, but DH has been opening the windows and has made sure to clean up as soon as possible to minimize the smell.

DH and I were just both upstairs helping older DD with bath/preparing for bed time, and MIL brewed a pot of coffee without asking or without warning. I’m currently gagging.

Thanks, MIL. This one time you couldn’t just skip a cup of coffee with leftover pie. Just this once, you couldn’t skip it.

This is a you problem, of course people want to drink coffee, even more coffee than usual at social gatherings. Put something scented under your nose or chew peppermint gum. I can't imagine seriously feeling it would be appropriate to expect others not to make coffee, nevermind making a big production out of others making coffee. Not reasonable at all.

Sorry but I agree. She was probably waiting for you to go upstairs thinking it would be far enough away from you not to affect your smell. People really love their coffee and some people need a pick me up in the late afternoon. I feel for you since I had three rough pregnancies with daily vomiting, but I’m team MIL on this one.

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FIL would floss his teeth at the table with a credit card after a meal (we already ate out). Miss that man. He was a hoot.

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I married into an extremely competitive family that does a family 10k (as they say, 5k is for the lazy people) the Saturday after Thanksgiving. My DH, his brothers, cousins, his dad all talk smack in the preceding days on who will win. I normally sit it out and hang with his mom who is actually a doll.

Well this year I said, I’ll join. I ran cross country in college, but of course no one really knew I was good (or paid attention). We started the race and I let the men take the lead, then in back half smoked them. I beat all of them by 10+ minutes.

Today I’m basking in the win and their bafflement that they didn’t win. Maybe I just killed the tradition. Maybe that was my goal.

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Anonymous wrote:I married into an extremely competitive family that does a family 10k (as they say, 5k is for the lazy people) the Saturday after Thanksgiving. My DH, his brothers, cousins, his dad all talk smack in the preceding days on who will win. I normally sit it out and hang with his mom who is actually a doll.

Well this year I said, I’ll join. I ran cross country in college, but of course no one really knew I was good (or paid attention). We started the race and I let the men take the lead, then in back half smoked them. I beat all of them by 10+ minutes.

Today I’m basking in the win and their bafflement that they didn’t win. Maybe I just killed the tradition. Maybe that was my goal.

Love this.

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Anonymous wrote:Re: MIL chicken. Cant believe so many of you are sticking up for MIL? I assume you’re ok with people double dipping then? Or sticking their grubby paws in the bowl of chips or crackers instead of using tongs? You people are wild.

You can break apart a rotisserie chicken with a fork and knives. I do it all the time to serve it to my own family. I would never tear it up like a raccoon unless I was the only one eating it.

You are missing a ton of meat that way. I don’t get what’s so confusing to you about clean hands. THEY ARE CLEAN. This is how you remove ALL the meat from a cooked bird.

NP. I don’t know about you, but when I serve a roast chicken or a roast turkey, my goal for the first meal enjoyed by my guests is not “get all this meat off the bone, now.” It is “I’m going to nicely carve and present more than enough meat for this particular meal.”

Then, later, I will wash my hands, remove all the meat from the carcass, and store it for future use. I don’t tear apart a chicken as my guests are waiting for dinner.

Well for starters, I don't serve company a store bought rotisserie chicken that cost $6 in the first place. But yes, when I do buy rotisserie chicken, we use every last bit. First, as carved chicken. Then we use breast slices for sandwiches the next day. Then we get the remaining meat off to use for soups and casseroles. Then we make stock. I'm not at all surprised though that young parents today slice some breast meat off and chuck the rest into the trash with their empty starbucks cups and Cava bowls.

Oh, you’re one of THOSE. Settle down, MeeMaw.

This has got to be healthy piece of fruit lady.

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Anonymous wrote:I married into an extremely competitive family that does a family 10k (as they say, 5k is for the lazy people) the Saturday after Thanksgiving. My DH, his brothers, cousins, his dad all talk smack in the preceding days on who will win. I normally sit it out and hang with his mom who is actually a doll.

Well this year I said, I’ll join. I ran cross country in college, but of course no one really knew I was good (or paid attention). We started the race and I let the men take the lead, then in back half smoked them. I beat all of them by 10+ minutes.

Today I’m basking in the win and their bafflement that they didn’t win. Maybe I just killed the tradition. Maybe that was my goal.

Good for you! Sounds like you fit right in with the rest of the family!

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Anonymous wrote:I married into an extremely competitive family that does a family 10k (as they say, 5k is for the lazy people) the Saturday after Thanksgiving. My DH, his brothers, cousins, his dad all talk smack in the preceding days on who will win. I normally sit it out and hang with his mom who is actually a doll.

Well this year I said, I’ll join. I ran cross country in college, but of course no one really knew I was good (or paid attention). We started the race and I let the men take the lead, then in back half smoked them. I beat all of them by 10+ minutes.

Today I’m basking in the win and their bafflement that they didn’t win. Maybe I just killed the tradition. Maybe that was my goal.

This is a god-level smackdown.

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Anonymous wrote:I married into an extremely competitive family that does a family 10k (as they say, 5k is for the lazy people) the Saturday after Thanksgiving. My DH, his brothers, cousins, his dad all talk smack in the preceding days on who will win. I normally sit it out and hang with his mom who is actually a doll.

Well this year I said, I’ll join. I ran cross country in college, but of course no one really knew I was good (or paid attention). We started the race and I let the men take the lead, then in back half smoked them. I beat all of them by 10+ minutes.

Today I’m basking in the win and their bafflement that they didn’t win. Maybe I just killed the tradition. Maybe that was my goal.

This is a god-level smackdown.

Level: Ted Lasso darts scene where he demolishes Rupert. This is worthy of a short story. Color me amazed. We are all basking in your win. Well done.