The 16th annual Gays and Strays Thanksgiving....

Will be postponed this year...
I am as big as a house. (For me) and really needing to stay off of my feet according to my doctor. I think it just precious she thought I was ON my feet to begin with. lol
I don't do pregnancy well. I'm small framed and well..anything longer than a gerbil tends to be more than my torso wants to put up with. And this is a big baby. Maybe girls my size should not breed with men my husbands size (He's 6'4 and while trim he has very wide shoulders and a BIG HEAD!)
The Last time I was pregnant we had Thanksgiving over my friends house. It's always MY thanksgiving where ever it is held because I'm the only one who knows how to cook, apparently.
The guest list is usually made up of someone from my group who can't make it home, a friend or new boyfriend of theirs, some people that come EVERY year, a neighbor who breaks my heart with their tales of KFC on Thanksgiving, and my gays.
EVERY year the new people tend to be ultra conservative religious types. I hang out with all kinds of people. I tell them who all will be there and it never fails to get the eyebrows up when I say "So and so and HIS BOYFRIEND" or "So and so and HER WIFE"
There is shifting in seats. There are meaningful glances to the spouse and conflicted looks toward the children. There is generally a smarmy giggle or wry smile.
Yes.
If you come to my house during Thanksgiving you will have to confront your "issues". And you need to work those out on your OWN TIME. Not while I'm serving drinkings and passing trays of mushrooms and shrimp.
I make it clear that there will be NO POLITICAL DISCUSSIONS. (Mainly because I'm prolly the first one to do a table tip the minute anyone TRIES to defend a Republican point of view). But also because my table is known for fantastic food, great drinks and LOTS AND LOTS OF LAUGHTER. At NO ONE'S expense.
And I'd like to keep it that way.
Usually what happens is they creeeep in the door (with a "ARE WE REALLY HAVING A HOLIDAY MEAL WITH GAYS" look on their face)hand me a bottle of wine or pie, and then hole up in the corner of the kitchen.
Kids don't care whose there they want to know where GE (my daughter) is. That girl knows how to host a play room and get a party started. And she usually puts them at ease with her holiday standard "Don't worry..we get to eat AT OUR OWN TABLE and not WITH THEM". (Little kids don't want a manners coach at the table during the holidays)
I've found a few well mixed cocktails can shift a point of view marvelously. (Also a hint that I will kick an ass out if they try and "understand" alternative lifestyles or any such bullshit made to start a conflict conversation)
You know what happens EVERY SINGLE TIME. They become friends with my gay friends. Then they ask about them. Are involved in their lives, look forward to coming by for the 4th and talking to them again.
It's amazing.
I'm convinced that half these bible bangers have never spent more than 5 seconds having a REAL conversation or FUN or ANYTHING with people that are different from themselves.
Anway...all that will have to wait. This year it's going to be small, elegant, and JUST me the hubby and my daughter. For the first time in MY LIFE there will be a mere 3 people at the Thanksgiving table. I'm kind of looking foward to it.
Next year though, bitches....IT'S ON!