a hang over on thanksgiving.
what is worse than a hang over on thanksgiving?
nothing.
except maybe a hangover on thanksgiving in front of mary. bless her heart she showed up and thought i had caught the flu…i'm not a liar, so when she asked if i was sick i truthfully replied from a safely shriveled up fetal position, "not really grandma, i'm hung over like you wouldn't believe."
bless her heart again she thought my hang over was subject of peer pressure...
oh yes… no that was not the case. i owed this fantastically torturous hangover to me and only me... well maybe me and Jimmy Russell's Wild Turkey 101, but anyhow…peer pressure did not claim this thanksgiving nightmare, yours truly did…and even though that was probably the most miserable thanksgiving to date it's the only one with a significant memory for me.
so there you have it…my '30 days of thankful' summed up into one beautiful mary memory.
i am truly thankful for these small memories with monumental meaning.
i'd probably rather chew my own arm off than ever be hung over like that on a holiday based around eating again. but if it meant i'd get to hear mary's advice on how to water down the same drink all night by adding ice cubes as a means to dodge the peer pressures of social drinking, i'd do it…
...nostrovia grandma.
these are my cousins, they knew mary well and will appreciate this post. i love you guys!
