My family lives for Thanksgiving. Mashed potatoes, stuffing, homemade gravy, you name it, we make it. This past year, the dishes, not the food set the tone for the entire holiday. My moms new dishwasher (that she was super excited about) broke.
Right. After. Dinner.
There were so many dishes. So much soap. All we wanted was to unbutton our pants and lay on the couch.
Aunt Anne was the garbage disposal, Aunt Barbie and my mom washed, I dried. “You guys realize I never have a dishwasher at school, right?” I could see the sympathy in their eyes, and the realization that it could have been a lot worse.
By the time Elton John was done belting out “Tiny Dancer”, we had made an impressive dent in the mess, and provided quality entertainment with our own versions of the iconic chorus.
Even though it wasn’t what we were used to or expecting, we made it work. And you know what? I’m just thankful that we got to spend quality time together, I’m not that picky.