The last two years, you arrived at our home for Thanksgiving with a grocery bag full of raw ingredients and proceeded to commandeer bowls, pots, tools, stove burners and limited counter space in order to prepare a side dish—unlike everyone else, who brought their contributions preprepared. I figured you would have seen then the results of your stupidity and come with your dish preprepared the following year, but noooo. The second time, your intrusion caused me to spill turkey drippings which burnt my arm. So this year, I asked you to “just bring eggnog.” You arrived with the ingredients to make eggnog from scratch and acted offended when I told you “Sorry, there’s no room in the kitchen for another cook.” How can you not “get” this? Next year, you’ll be stuffing yourself elsewhere, even if my son goes ahead with the wedding.
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