re: So do we have the annual Christmas dinner family story gone wrong?

My in-laws let their dog do whatever it wants.
It’s an awful dog, but they think it’s the best.
Zero discipline. Barks at everyone inside the house. Sits under the table while everyone is eating. Drives me crazy.

End rant

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"call exwifesname to come help you" and hung up on him..

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them chasing after him and then throwing shite at his truck as he was leaving.

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This is a gem of a story here.

I, Imagine there is a lot more between the X-Wife, and both the Uncles.
But hey happy holidays.

This was last Friday at my parents house. Just a small crew, my parents, my family of 4, and my sister and her husband. My mom makes lasagna every year, it’s really good. She makes a large pan and it’s time to take it out of the oven. My mom is on the case and is about to get it out. My wife (professional wine drinker) decides that it’s too heavy for my mom and calls me over to help get it out. She shoos my mom out of the way and we take over the endeavor. The lasagna is a little soupy, so we decide to do a 2 part removal. My wife holds a large cookie sheet while I slide the pan onto the tray. It’s a delicate process, but I successfully get it on the sheet without any spilling. At this point, my wife (about 2 bottles deep) is responsible for setting the tray on the stove top. The cooktop is right by the oven. She turns to the left, but as she does, I can tell the tray is listing to port pretty heavily. I lunge at the tray, but gravity has already won. The pan goes sliding off the sheet and as it hits the counter/cooktop the entire contents come out inverted. My wife screams “Noooooo” and begins to sob uncontrollably. I try to salvage what I can with a spatula and any other utinsel I can find. Needless to say the effort was futile. The beautiful layered lasagna now resembles a can of chef boy R D Beefaroni. We unsuccessfully try to console the wife, but our laughter is hard to contain. We all get a plate and mercifully each get a helping. It sounded like the Griswold’s dinner where no one speaks and all you can hear are utinsels clinking on the plates. Thank god for the salad and desserts. It was quite the scene.

Story sucks. We spilled the main dish. The end.

Mom got a little loose on the wine and went on a rant about women wearing veils to Mass. My daughter had one on her Wish List, and Mom thinks it’s criminal that people want to go back to those Pre-Vatican II traditions.

Brother doled out gifts in record time, as usual, because he’s miserable (divorced, crazy ex-wife who doesn’t GAF about their boys, but still has equal custody).

Food was great, as usual, so there’s that. Merry Christmas TD!

Uncle started railing on Muslims and blacks in front of my liberal mom and sister. This happens every year though, so neither were fazed.

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Uncle started railing on Muslims and blacks

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Somebody’s gotta hold the line

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I’m really wanting to bang my wife’s sister. We’ll see how that goes.


pics?

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Of a 5'3" 155 pound woman? No thanks.

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Uncle started railing on Muslims and blacks

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He posts here

Mom got drunk, and dad got drunk at the Christmas party. They were drinking champagne punch and home made egg nog. My little sister brought her new boyfriend, he was a Mexican.