The holidays are rife with tradition. Thanksgiving is no different: turkey, pie, stuffing, the Macy’s parade, and football. All nice traditions. What’s my Thanksgiving tradition?
Re-reading The Thanksgiving Letter.
Now, I’m not trying to steal credit for something I didn’t write and this is not a letter from anyone in my family. I stumbled upon this letter while perusing the Awesomely Awesome Awkward Family Photos. Seriously, check it out, it’s awesome.
Anyway, this letter is a tradition at Awkward Family Photos and they repost it every year and I eagerly go back to read it. As a queen of passive-aggressiveness myself, I cannot help but admire the Marney who wrote this letter. Clearly, the family drives her crazy and she is just trying to have a nice Thanksgiving. I hope the rest of the family is equally passive-aggressive, though, and brought soup spoons instead of serving spoons, or brought their dishes in non-regulation size casserole dishes. Or, heaven forbid, brought a Kendall-Jackson Chardonnay.
I’d really like to meet this family:
Update: Ha ha! look what somebody brought to our Thanksgiving:
Marney, is that you?