Happy Thanksgiving Everybody!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

10 RULES FOR THANKSGIVING DINNER AT MY HOUSE

1.. Don't get in line asking questions about the food. 'Who made the potato salad? Is it egg in there? Are the greens fresh? Is the meat in the greens turkey or pork? Who made the macaroni and cheese? What kind of pie is that; who made it? Ask one more question and I will punch you in your mouth, knocking out all your fronts so you won't be able to eat anything.

2.. If you can't walk, or are missing any limbs, sit your ass down until someone makes your plate for you. Dinner time is not the time for you to be independent. Nibble on them damn peanuts and walnuts to hold you over until someone makes you a plate.

3.. If you have kids under the age of twelve, I will escort their little asses down to the basement and bring their food down to them. They are not going to tear up my damn house this year. Tell them that they are not allowed upstairs until it's time for Uncle Butchie to start telling family stories about their mommas and papas. If they come upstairs for any reason except that they are bleeding to death, I will break a foot off in their asses.

4.. There is going to be one prayer for Thanksgiving dinner! JUST ONE!
We do not care that you are thankful that your thirteen year old daughter gave birth to a healthy baby or your nephew just got out of jail. Save the talk for someone that gives a damn. The time limit for the prayer is one minute. If you are still talking after that one minute is up, you will feel something hard come across your lips and they will be swollen for approximately 20 minutes.

5.. Finish everything on your plate before you go for seconds! If you don't, you will be cursed out and asked to stay your greedy ass home next year.

6.. BRING YOUR OWN TUPPERWARE!! Don't let me catch you fixing yourself a plate in my good tupperware knowing damn well that I will never see it again! Furthermore, if you didn't bring anything over, don't let me catch you making a plate period or it will be a misunderstanding.

7.. What you came with is what you should leave with! Do not leave my house with anything that doesn't belong to you. EVERYBODY WILL BE SUBJECTED TO A BODY SEARCH COMING AND GOING OUT OF MY DOMAIN!!!

8.. Do not leave your kids so you can go hopping from house to house.
This is not a DAYCARE CENTER . There will be a kid parent roll call every ten minutes. Any parent that is not present at the time of roll call, your child will be put outside until you come and get him or her.
After 24 hours, I will call CPS on your ignorant ass!!

9.. BOOK YOUR HOTEL ROOM BEFORE YOU COME INTO TOWN!! There will be no sleeping over at my house! You are to come and eat your dinner then take your ass home or to your hotel room. EVERYBODY GETS KICKED OUT AT 11:00 pm. You will get a 15 minute warning bell ring.

10.. Last but not least; ONE PLATE PER PERSON!! This is not a soup kitchen. I am not trying to feed your family until Christmas dinner. You will be supervised when you fix your plate. Anything over the appropiate amount will be charged to you before you leave. There will be a cash register at the door. Thanks to Cousin Alfred and his greedy ass family, we now have a credit card machine. So Visa and Mastercard are now being accepted.

and...the famous Aunt Bunny story...

SCNDL posted (11/25/09 #131)

Can't believe I missed your embedded comments.

Speaking of macaroni and cheese, I have another damn rule:

Don't be altering any of the dishes I've prepared to suit your damn taste. I cooked it so I put the ingredients in I wanted. If you go near ANY of my pots or pans, you drawing back a nub. And you know you gon' have a long ass wait in the ER on Thanksgiving so think twice before you step to my food.

This one's inspired by my uncle's wife who came to my Thanksgiving dinner 3 years ago. I prepared two pans of the most beautiful, 5 cheese macaroni and cheese casseroles you ever did see. You know, with that pretty, golden cheese crust on top. I use the recipe from Auntie Patti's book and I must say I puts my foot in it every time. I have many requests for my muhfuggin' mac and cheese.

Anyway, we're setting up all the dishes on the various kitchen counters for the line, cuz you know with 80 kneegrows we had people stationed dishing out the food, no fixin' your own plate. My uncle's wife looks at my casseroles and decides they don't look moist enough so she takes a spoon, chops them all up to hell, and pours a half cup of milk over each one before I realize what she's doing. There's milk literally pooling at the bottom of the pan.