Back when I was with my ex, I would usually spend Thanksgiving with them. I don't think it bothered my parents much - they understood that sometimes it's a huge hassle to travel on the busiest traveling day of the year, a course. I remember one year at my ex's, we made a tiny pirate hat out of newspaper for the cat. Or perhaps that was Christmas. Either way, the cat tolerated the nonsense long enough to have a picture taken of it, which is really all that can be asked of it.
In 2007, I decided that I had gone long enough without spending Thanksgiving with my own family, and booked a flight to visit them, a few months in advance to save money. Turned out to be a smart move, because my ex and I broke up before Thanksgiving, so I already had a place to go. *Thhhhbiitt* Okay, that's unnecessary, but I enjoy written out raspberries. They remind me of Calvin and Hobbes. I'm glad I went - my grandfather had just moved in with my parents so we spent the time together. Of course, immediately after that weekend, my grandfather decided that the altitude in Prescott was too high for him and he was moving back to Oregon. And of course there was a whole thing with his scooter, which had been shipped out when he moved to Prescott, which was expensive, so for Christmas we had to drive it back to him in the van ... oy. But whatever, it was good at the time.
Last year for Thanksgiving, my now husband and I hosted my parents and his sister and her now fiancé (it's been a busy year for that family). I wore my Vest of Ties and was quite proud of it.
Is this not the greatest piece of clothing of all time?! I bought it at a second hand shop in Chicago. I had to be talked into it. "When am I gonna wear that?" The answer: whenever I can.
Okay, so this was originally about Thanksgiving but now it's about my tie vest. I am thankful for my tie vest. There, I think I wrapped that up nicely.



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