4 Days < 2 Days
I hope that everyone who celebrated had a great Thanksgiving Day. Tomorrow is the last day of my four day weekend and it sure feels like this weekend has actually been shorter than normal. Crazy. Having dinner with my family went well for the most part. The food was great. The turkey was fantastic—as my mom and sister would attest to (heh heh). Mom made lumpia and I had to fight the dog for the last pieces. The dog won. Photo albums were brought out and there was some fun with those. I am beginning to hate one part of these family get togethers and that’s when someone tries to guilt me into going to church. I don’t go to church because my dad says that I’m an embarrassment to him because I don’t take communion. I don’t take communion because I am prohibited if I do not believe in the teachings of the synod. My grandma has already told me I’m going to hell. I wouldn’t put it past her and my aunt to suddenly show up at my door with the pastor in hand to try and save my soul. B