Monday - Thankful that Thanksgiving only comes once a year

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking that I would have enjoyed Thanksgiving Day a lot more if I had taken up a friend's offer to spend it with her family and told my own family I couldn't just make it. In fact, I've been kicking myself for that decision since about 15 minutes after I showed up at my father's house last Thursday.

"That's an awful thing to say," Jeff told me when I spoke to him on the phone that evening. Like most holidays that happen on a day that is not his scheduled day off at the airport, he had to work.

"If you had been there, you'd agree," I told him, "I was so bored my brain actually hurt. You've met my family. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about."

( Give me a drunk uncle, an obnoxious cousin – anything but this snoozefest )