We're going to my parent's house for Thanksgiving.
I can picture it now..
dry over cooked turkey (because we had to wait an extra 2 hours for some family member to arrive because no one told them what time we were eating)
weird stuffing with too much salt and spices (gee thanks dad, same as last year and the year before that, and the year before that, and...)
unsalted bland mashed potatoes
Home made rolls-- but mom's yeast was about a year old and she rushed the rising time, now they are hard little rocks... with no flavor. Use the spread from the giant tub of Country Crock, complete with a variety of crumb morsels from previous occasions.. mmmmmm yummy!
The few really good things are what the rest of us brought however, after the mob of teenage boys hit the line, nothing is left.
My dad waits until everyone fills a plate, he glares at us until we all stop eating.. and prays over the food for the next 10 minutes.
Finally, we dive in to the lukewarm food.
The mob of teens come up with some unique dinner conversation, last year it involved caves, bat poo and spiders that eat the poo, getting more glares from Grandpa.
My husband gets glared at because he's wearing his hat at the table. I hear some quip from my dad involving hats hiding horns and my dear wonderful husband quips back "yep they're growing" and continues to wear the hat. meanwhile, the rest of us are trying reaaaaaaaaaaaally hard not to laugh. Because dad was actually trying to say "take off the hat"
We all eat, the food sits for hours on the counter until my sis and I decide "eww" and start cleaning up. Dad parks his rear in the lounger, cranks up the TV volume to counteract the noise of the younger boys wrestling on the floor because they are bored. Yells for my mom to get him some tea and then yells some more when it doesn't magically appear before him as she didn't hear him the first time (because the TV is loud, the kids are wrestling, we are cleaning and yapping as women tend to do in the kitchen).
The we decided, okay.. enough time to go. We hear grumble grumble why can't you spend the night? come visit more often grumble grumble.. from my dad. Hugs to my mom with the softly spoken exchange that she can visit us anytime.
and we're off!
We eat some odd assortment of snack foods from the gas station on the three hour drive home and mutter about "OMG we survived another year!" . Family traditions, fun times.
Its like teaching a four year old how to do it! I have been working with her for two days. I dont think she is ready to take this technological step.
I LOVE my mom, but she is hard work.
First we were going to do the Monday-Friday for under $200 each, then I changed it to the Sunday-Sunday for just over $400 each and I just upgraded our rooms to Spa rooms for another $180 each.
Oh well, this is going to be the last one we take for awhile plus we ahve done the Enseanda/Catalina one so many times we wanted to see new places. The one we are booked on now goes to Puerto Vallarta, Mazatlan and Cabo San Lucus. Plus I've never been on this ship before so I super excited!
I didn't do too much. 
am so just going to duct tape them both to me!
