Just recovered from my food coma

Happy (late) Thanksgiving!

Pretty good Thanksgiving, we played TONS of games.  Hands and Feet, B.S., Taboo, Catch Phrase, Trivial Pursuit 90s Edition, Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture, and Scene It.  There might have been more and some games had repeat performances.  We bought “card-playing food” at Trader Joes (chips, chocolate covered peanuts, etc.) and snacked until we almost puked.  Come to think of it, the next morning Sara’s sister puked in a pillow case in the car on the way home, so I guess we DID eat until we puked! 😛

The in-laws left early Saturday morning and we didn’t do a THING all day Saturday.  Just lounged around and watched T.V. and ate leftover turkey sandwiches (mmmm leftover turkey sandwiches) and didn’t even get out of our P.J.s.  This is some much needed vacation.

Dad: “Our cat Rita died.”
Me:  “Did she get hit by a car?”
Dad: “No, she got sick.  She had a…what do you call it?  A protruded asshole.”
Sharon: “John!  Say bowel.”
Dad: “A protruded bowel coming out of her ass.  She had one and we took her to the vet and it cost $25 to fix it.  Then about a week later she got two more, each bigger than an apple.  You could tell she was in a lot of pain.  I didn’t want to pay $50 for another operation so I shot her in the back of the head.”
Me:  “You shot her??  With your pistol??”
Dad: “Yeah.  Sharon better hope she never gets hemorrhoids.”

Pops

My dad took a job where he has to use the computer at work.  It’s like a supervisor position and he has to do time entry and OT approval…that kind of stuff.  I’m really proud of him for taking a job like that.  I honestly can’t believe he accepted the job, or even that it would be offered to him.  I know he was trying to weasel out of the computer part but they told him if he wanted the supervisor job he had to take all of it or none of it.

The reason why I’m so proud of him is because normally he goes to great lengths to make sure he’s not in a position where he would have to read something.  He’s worked most of his life to hide or play down his disability.  (And he’s amazing at it.  I guarantee people who have known him for years have no idea he can’t read.  I don’t even know how I’d make it in the world, much less do all the stuff he does.)  Taking a job where he knows its going to require reading is a pretty big step for him.  I really really hope it works out.