Gobble

Thanksgiving. A big freakin' hullabaloo.

Originally, we were supposed to go to have Thanksgiving with my wife's mother's (Irene's) family in San Diego. But Isabella's sister (Theresa) didn't want to go, so Isabella's mother didn't want to go, so we went to Irene's estranged husband's daughter's home in Anaheim.

I'm not making any of that up. That's what divorce does.

I must admit, despite my disappointment at not spending the holiday the way originally planned (and the way I wanted), I had a great time. So I'll shut up now.