My Dysfunctional Thanksgiving

The Pennington household is neither sane nor safe on any given holiday. Let's be honest, for those of you who know how crazy I can be, imagine my family. Let me give you a quick run down of my Thanksgiving.

11:00 PM WED: I'm so exhausted from work today that I immediately go to bed.

3:15 AM THURS: Dad busts the door open of the room I'm sleeping in. In one hand is a pot, in the other a hammer. He just looks at me and proceeds to pound the hammer against the pot saying "Wakey wakey eggs and bakey!" I kick him out and fall back asleep.

10:00 AM: Actually wake up and go sit in the living room with my parents while mom finishes up some of the dishes she is cooking. Dad walks off to the kitchen and I hear him ask, "Hey Brandon, you wanna see the turkey?" I turn around. Big mistake. My dad is mooning me. Great.

10:01 - 11:30 AM: Try my best to purge the memory of my dads pale white butt from my memory.

11:30 AM THURS: Shower. Dress.

NOON: Load up my vehicle and the food into my Explorer.

12:10 PM: Arrive at my Mamaws and see that the turkey juices have spilled onto the floorboard of my car.

12:15 PM: Feast heartily with my family.

1 PM: Throw away plates and go to sit down on couch.

1:01 PM: Break couch.

1:15 PM: Watch family members disassemble couch and reassemble couch.

That was pretty much the highlight of my Thanksgiving on Thurs. Granted I also had a Thanksgiving with my friends on Monday night, the dysfunctional Thanksgiving on Thursday night, and then another one today at my other grandmas. My favorite by far has to be my dysfunctional Thanksgiving. I love my family so much. We have good times.

Here are some pics from the dinner with my friends.

BPenn