My wife felt sorry for my 80-something parents always having to host Thanksgiving so she invited them. (they would have Thanksgiving for the wing of the family that lives about 50 miles from here, and we'd host for the five or six who lived near us). My wife's mother was already coming. Then my daughter and son-in-law, who had been going to his side's Thanksgiving since they got married nine years ago, decided to change up and come here. Then he wanted to bring his mother, who has mood swings worse than a 13-year junior prom queen. Then my sister, who is also bipolar, decided to come. That means we have to invite her only kid, a nice enough young man (he's 30) who will be bringing a girlfriend of color to the proceedings.
Did I mention my parents and my wife's mother are MAGA to the core?
And my son-in-law, on his third rum and coke, will start yelling at me again for not voting Iowa high enough the last time I had an AP vote.
I'm almost praying for a stroke and to be comatose through Friday.