Thanks(giving) for the slight...

Did I tell you my parents didn’t invite me to Thanksgiving?

Yup, that happened.

A few weeks back, we were sitting in the kitchen with my brother Kev and sister-in-law Riss, and they established that Riss was hosting the big day at their house in Wisconsin, and my parents were invited. And the—my parents, brother and sisters, that is—went on to talk about details… and left me sitting there, befuddled.

I mean, hello? Not to take on a princess complex or anything, but—umm?—this is my first Thanksgiving back stateside and you’re not even going to acknowledge that I’m around? I wasn’t expecting fanfare or a throne or confetti, but at least an invite? Hilarious.

I intend to keep telling this story—with a growing theme of “poor me”—for years to come.

But, even though my parents ditched me, I knew Thanksgiving had to be better than last year’s. I made the mistake of opening up some of my posts from last year this time. Wow. What a different world. You can go back and read them yourself if you want, and remember with me what was going on in Lopitland then. But I can spare you the work by simply saying, compared to last year, the holidays have nowhere to go but up… ;)