This was possibly the worst Thanksgiving of my entire life, and it wasn't even that bad. But in a way, it was. I just spent two horrid days and two horrid nights in Winston-Salem, NC. Night One: We arrived sometime in the late afternoon. We had pizza for dinner and I cut on The Golden Girls. My dad took my sister and me to Barnes & Noble to get away from all the pre-Thanksgiving complaning from my grandmother. My uncle and his boyfriend own an antique booth in some mall. And then I went to sleep. Day One: We laid around all day mostly except when Jon and Robbie came. They made Pumpkin Soup and made a "beautiful" arrangement of cheeses and crackers. I discovered Brie is not a bad cheese, just rather difficult to cut. I made it look very ugly. Robbie is a good flower arranger. Maybe that's why the garden looked so good when we showed up. The pumpkin soup was good. I was expecting pumpkin pie juice but instead it had onions and salt and spices. Sometimes I feel like I annoy a lot of people. Night Two: The laying around continued. We watched the Lifetime marathon of Mad About You, The Golden Girls, The Nanny, and Designing Women all day long, even when Robbie's family showed up. There's a touchy subject. Jon didn't even tell us Robbie's family was coming until we got there. So we all just kind of stayed in separate areas and kept to ourselves because even though Robbie's parents were nice, his brother and sister-in-law and nephew were completely humorless. Just like Robbie. Just like Jon when he's around them. Nothing's funny unless it's like some kind of joke nobody understands like when people are talking in a foreign language or whispers and then they look at you and laugh. I know what that's like. So we ate and Jon talked down to my grandmother a lot and there was a lot of eyerolling behind forehead scratches. Finally they left and things felt safe again. So we all watched a trashy Danielle Steel movie until midnight, and then I watched two more episodes of The Nanny and went to bed. Why do houses make creepy noises when no one's awake but you? Day Two: I woke up at 9:50am, the new record for latesleeping. Ate breakfast, sat around. Jon and Robbie came by. Jon was rude to my grandmother some more but nobody said anything because my mom's afraid to set him off. She thinks he can be nastier than anybody she knows. She obviously doesn't know how mean her kids can be. We both have loud and inappropriately wonderful friends who have taught us how to take care of ourselves. Anyway, we left and that was it. I didn't have a problem with Robbie eating with us at all. But his family? No. You're supposed to have these things at a restaurant, not have your family dinner crashed by some strange people you just met. Plus the fact that my grandmother is going crazy and Jon doesn't live there anymore. All he does in the house is work and yell at my grandmother and wonder why she won't go live with Vickie or my mom. So that basically bummed me out so when I came home I went out with Joy and that made me feel better. I need to see Elf again, that movie emits all kinds of happiness. We have to go back up there at Christmas. Just as long as I don't have to be with them on Christmas day, and as long as my mother doesn't cry.