As a holiday, I can appreciate it. I support our troops, yadda yadda…but this whole “family time” crap is killing me. My great grandma used to make these snack things and my grandma is always telling me how I don’t think of anyone but myself, so I decided this year I would make the snacks. But my grandma said she didn’t want me anywhere near the kitchen because she was cooking too many things and there were too many people in there already.
I could have accepted that, except for the fact that she was the only one in the kitchen and she wasn’t even using the oven. As I pointed that out, my little cousin promptly runs in exclaiming that she wants to make brownies.
How did my grandma respond? “Why, of course you can make brownies!”
Efffffffff.
