Thanksgiving Stress '05

So, it was Thanksgiving of '05 and people say that finally sitting down to eat dinner is a relaxing time. But not for my family. That's usually the most stressful part of the whole evening. And it's all because of my brother-in-law, who I hate. We fight every year at Thanksgiving dinner, during the dinner. Last year, when we were fighting, he picked the whole turkey up to throw at me. Using my lightning quick reflexes, I ducked under the table. But that huge turkey hit the antique display where Nana keeps all her antique plates. Next, it bounced off flapping its cooked turkey wings and flew right into the back of Auntie Muriel's head. She thought Nana did it, so she called her a "crabby old lady." Then she left the table and took the desserts she had brought with her. But in her anger, she actually took my cousin, Ben's, tri-tip, which he brought and cooked because he doesn't like turkey. She headed straight out back where the 15 dogs that belong to my family members ran to attack her with the tri-tip. Luckily, when she fell, she landed on the grass. Meanwhile, Ben stomped off crying because he didn’t want to eat turkey and his tri-tip was gone. So he took all the desserts and locked himself in the bathroom. But he doesn’t even like desserts, so he just flushed them all down the toilet, which of course, made the toilet flood. Desserts and toilet water came seeping out from under the bathroom door. Gizzy, the dog who eats poo, quickly lapped up the toilet desserts as fast as he could. Later that day he would spend most of time barfing it back up and then eating it again. While all this was going on, Nana attacked my brother-in-law for ruining the turkey, breaking her antiques, and getting Auntie Muriel mad at her. I was glad to see that Nana attacked him without sustaining any injuries, even though she has bad knees and such. Once again, that dumb guy ruined our whole Thanksgiving. Big surprise. Man, I hate that guy.