We were supposed to have eleven people here for Thanksgiving dinner. We ended up with six.
At one point this afternoon I more or less uninvited my brother and his family, which made me very sad but not entirely surprised. Some people have a really hard time understanding that the things they do impact other people, and I’ve reached a point of just not taking it any more. I can only hope that at some level he understands why I said what I did, and that we’ll get to see them at some point this weekend to catch up before he heads back to Georgia.
We have a crazy amount of leftovers now, though.