Is there a badge for almost making it through dinner before an in-law made a racist remark?
Ugh. On the phone today my dad said of course cops are going to be wary of random black people because "most crimes are committed by The Blacks...and some Hispanics." And the worst part is that he wasn't saying it in a nasty tone; it was more like relaying fact about the universe that Everybody Knows. Hooray, Racist Dad.
Then at my aunt's house, Other Aunt told me a story with great glee about how her town's council prevailed over the "Politically Correct Assholes" who wanted to change the name of the Christmas Parade to "Holiday Parade." And, much like my dad, you could tell she thought she was being SO open-minded by saying "Look, there can be a Chanukah Parade, a Ramadan Parade -- whatever they want. But the Christmas Parade is a Christmas Parade, not some politically correct holiday parade." I went for more wine.
Then we went to Tim's family where no one talks about politics. It was fantastic. The most controversial issue was the inclusion of Brussels sprouts as a side dish. I love his family.
My racist incident also mentioned "the blacks".
Now, we're apparently watching a random ep of Blindspot before I can go to bed.
And now m-i-l is explaining the plot of Blindspot.
My sweet grandma is totes getting poisoned by Faux Noise...could I sue them for alienation of affection?
Tell your dad the biggest gangsters have ties and briefcases, Tep.
In happier news, last year's British Baking Show is on Netflix, so I can watch quirky British people while I knit and/or read fics. Tomorrow is eBay shipping, maybe buying Christmas presents (gift certs from a restaurant I think my recipients will like), and then more digging out the house. But the sun should be out.
I had an excellent day - dropped Walter off at Mom and Dad's while we went to the 5k, watched the Little Turkeys 100-yard dash (kid's "race" with a turkey mascot, totes adorable), ran (and walked) my very slow 5k (but since just two days ago I as dragging my ass in to work and thinking that was a mistake, I'll take it as a win for finishing without being totally wiped out), enjoyed the post-race treats including pumpkin pie and pumpkin It's-Its, watched some of The Hobbit while we did our food prep and discussed which parts were canonical, got all our food hot at the same time, ate just slightly too much, divvied up the leftovers, successfully covered the vegan pumpkin pie in coconut foam, discussed where we will go backpacking next year and what all we need to do in the meantime, and got home. Now my DVR is refusing to work so I can't watch Elementary, but that's really my only complaint.
Well, I'm tired, but that's hardly a complaint.
Next Thanksgiving I'm going to Aruba. Alone.
Tell your dad the biggest gangsters have ties and briefcases, Tep.
Yes, as through this world I've wandered
I've seen lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a six-gun,
Others with a fountain pen.
And as through your life you travel,
Yes, as through your life you roam,
You won't never see an outlaw
drive a family from their home.
Since my dad's family had their yearly get-together for my Aunt and Uncle's 50th anniversary this year, and my Mom's family was having Thanksgiving at an in-law's in Mississippi, Mom, Dad, and I went out to Dixie Cafe mid-afternoon for our big meal. SO FULL of turkey & dressing now, I was only able to eat a side of mac & cheese for dinner.
I took some turkey cat food out to Smeagol, the big Tom who may have fathered one of my cats, and one by one all the other local alley cats showed up and sent me running for more cans. Even Kate Gosselin and her one little gray kitten showed up and got in on the act.
