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| drunkdriving, drunk chick, drunk driving conviction, mother son., angryat, sonfriend, clips, mom son sex., sumbissions, judaism, ˇyoung, exquisite, drunk moms, 1993, drunk woman, woomera, anger management, david eggers, current affairs, teenporn movies, name development, mother seduces son, momby, laws, | The whole time Brian can't understand what could be wrong with throwing our hands up in the air. "We are 18 for dinner," I remind him. "Do you think those two pumpkin pissed off pies are going to feed 18 people? If my sister ruined the turkey today, do you think she'd just shrug it off and not find a way to pissed off fix the situation?" "Not your sister." Whatever that means. We are, of course, the last ones to arrive. We are immediately greeted by the dog, Boomer, aka Bummer, on account pissed off of him biting everyone, including my mother's two precious golden retrievers that she would never leave home alone all day. Last Thanksgiving Bummer tore into Mandy, the older golden, in a territorial fashion, and my mother had to find a vet willing to stitch her up after his turkey dinner. We sent along some pie for him--the vet. So I realize upon entering the kitchen and finding my mother's goldens curled up on their travel beds, that this year Bummer gets to spend the holiday outside at his own house. |
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| He ruined the chocolate pies. My pumpkins looked perfect. But I had to give him credit for making pies at all--lots of husbands wouldn't even think of helping with the food offering. It's the first year my sister Jean and her husband Lee are having Thanksgiving at their new house in Maine. We had been assigned what to bring. Specific pies. Two drunk moms pumpkin, two chocolate. I called my mother before we got on the road, looking for guidance. I explained to her about the pies never setting over drunk moms night and how they looked like watery drunk moms puddles in the refrigerator. "Well, when I talked to your sister last night, her kids were yelling about chocolate pie in the background. She put Lindsay on the phone, and I asked her what her favorite kind of pie was. She said chocolate." Thanks Mom. Thanks for the encouragement. "Just stop on the way and buy some chocolate pudding mix. I'll bring my extra graham cracker crust. You can throw it together before dinner." With no supermarkets open on the holiday, we probably stop at seven or eight convenience stores in all, and not one single box of chocolate pudding to be found. |
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