I 'host' Thanksgiving, but at my mom's house. Let's face it, 15 people in my condo would be cramped...15 people at my mom's way more manageable. And we do it potluck style. The host (me) is responsible for the main dish, everyone else brings stuff to the meal. That way the cooking doesn't fall all on one person. Hitler has to work that day, and I told her to bring dessert, when she asked what she should bring. Primarily, Mom found some recipe she wants. My SIL is also making like 4 pies, most of which my mom wants to eat. Mom's not really a desserty person, but since this chemo business, she will suggest to people what they should make for something...which is really what she wants and she doesn't care if you like it or not.
Anyways...
Hitler's making this pumpkin thing. She said that she'll bring some sugar free cool whip or something. I said, Oma always makes schlag (whip cream) so we probably don't need the sugar free cool whip. Hitler said she wanted a 'low sugar' option for the diabetics in the family. Not that the recipe is sugar free or anything. And I said...."Kinda like how Oma will leave the powder sugar off her cookies and proclaim them SUGAR FREE, even though the recipe calls for 20 cups of sugar???" Hitler and I laugh. Ahhhh, that Oma. She's a crazy one
I also talked to Hitler about the Bobo, and how he was weighing in on what Ava's mother should bring to dinner and emailed her, which was the opposite of what I said she should bring. I got in the email mix and said to Bobo "until you host/coordinate a holiday, shut up and just worry about your own dish". I told Hitler it seriously aggravated me. I don't know why, but it did. Then I found out from Hitler, Mom's adding to her contributions and changing it up a bit. I'm all WTF?!?!?!?! What's the point of everyone saying "L...when you going to send out the thanksgiving email and get the ball rolling??" And then I do, and everybody just does what ever the hell the want, and change their minds, AFTER they say what they are going to do.
Seriously. Annoying!!
So I'm venting to Hitler, talking like the micro machine guy....I'm a fast talker to begin with, but when I got hot on something (hot good or hot bad) my speed amplifies...then toss in the fact that I've consumed almost a pot of coffee, by myself, in the last hour!! I go into warp speed.
Hitler, doesn't want to hear it, and says she has to go back to work now. And I say "WAIT!!! ONE MORE THING!!!!" and I start to sing "TOOOOOOONIGHT, TOOOOOONIGHT, I'm seeing my Edward TOOOOONIGHT!!!!!"
Before I can say anything else, Hitler says "Bye, L." and essentially hangs up on me. She always does that when I sing to her. She doesn't appreciate.
EYE CANDY!!!
Rock out, TOOOOONIGHT TOOOONIGHT....I'll see my man tooooonight!!!!!
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