I'm actually taking some time off to spend with family this Thanksgiving. I know, shocking! Usually I work through... usually I choose too.
This time I bowed to Carla's wishes and we're having a family Thanksgiving. FAMILY. You know what that means right?
That means Mac's family too. Despite the Protection Order against Eddie my loser brother-in-law, which sadly has expired and there has been no need to renew it. Eddie has kept the hell away from us since Carla came into the family - the whole protection order thing caused a HUGE issue with Beatrice (The mother in law from hell), which was brilliant... and kept her away too.
But now, Carla wants a family Thanksgiving.
AND, she's suggested in her special teenage way that I lock my gun in my room.
I don't see that working.
But we all know what Eddie does to me, just by breathing... so maybe she has a point? Guess she forgot that we eat with silverware... lot's of nice sharp blades involved. As much as I don't like knives I'm willing to make an exception to silence Eddie.
I've got Dad lined up to run interference - it's his job to keep Beatrice away from me and Eddie in a different room at all times. Dad said Eddie has to sit at the table with us... I don't understand why Eddie gets to eat inside at all.
He's an animal. Animals eat in the yard.
So, Thanksgiving at our house... why? Because it's my house and I can kick everyone out whenever I want. (I also let Delta know that I'm available and they should feel free to call me in at any stage during the weekend. If it came down to it, I'd happily take Carla into work with me! She can hang in the bullpen while we work.)
This is me taking the weekend off.
The idea fills me with cold dread.
What am I thankful for?
My family, being part of Delta A, my friends and that I'm still alive. :)