I can always count on my drunk parents for great blog material

As we were finishing Thanksgiving dinner, my mom clapped her hands together and did a shimmy in her seat and sang Santa Claus is Coming to Town.

“That's enough Kahlua for you, Mom,” I said.

She wagged a finger in the air at me and replied, “He sees you when you’re sleepings. He knows when you’re awakes. He knows if you’ve been bads or goods, so be goods for goodness sakes! O! You better watches out! You better not cries...”

I smiled at my mom. Not because I loved her, but because I had been thinking of something fun to blog about all day, spending half of the afternoon making a mental list of clever things I was thankful for. All of that stress, just to boost ratings, and here my mom was making life easy for me by Christmas caroling at the dinner table. In addition to a great meal, she was serving me some really funny blog material on a silver platter.

And as for my dad who was also intoxicated from his glass of wine, he looked closely at the candied yams that he was poking at with his fork and remarked, “They look like poo.”

Gosh, my parents are useful. Chalk that up as another thing I’m thankful for.