Turkey Day Traditions, Old And New
So here is how we do things at the kkk household. The better half and I go to the mother-in-laws house for a 1 pm dinner.
Yes, 1 pm.
Of course we have to be there by 12:30 pm. Why? Because my mother-in-law is insane. We also say hi to the brother-in-law, his wife and 13-year-old son and 11-year-old daughter. Now for the last several years we would have the crack-whore sister-in-law call at 1:10 pm and ask to be taken some place by the father-in-law — usually to the laundromat. After it is revealed to her that everybody is eating dinner, she expresses SHOCK at how early we are having dinner. Of course, from my understanding, the 1 pm dinner has gone on since the beginning of time for the Mrs. kkk household, but that’s neither here nor there.
Well now that the crack-whore sister-in-law is having liver trouble, we need someone else to carry on the tradition of causing drama at holiday events. Enter the crack-whore niece-in-law, who is more than eager to pick up the torch and continue on in the tradition of causing holiday DRAMA. For those that don’t know by now, this 22-year old with a 1-year-old kid put the “Great” in “Great Society.” In other words, she is welfare trash. I could go on with this topic, but I must stay the course. The niece and her current boyfriend were picked up by the father-in-law for this event, and she arrived wearing clothes several sizes too small. Here are some of the highlights of the day:
1) Revealing more exposed skin than skin covered up by fabric (and she really shouldn’t). It got so bad that my 11-year-old niece told her to pull up her pants.
2) She threw a fit over the seating arrangements at the kitchen table and said that she was having an anxiety attack and forgot her meds.
3) She said several times that my mother-in-law always yells at her for wearing shirts that “have my tits hanging out.” This was in front of the brother-in-law’s kids.
Of course, my brother-in-law commented on the crack-whore niece-in-law’s wardrobe, which caused another blow-up, and frankly I don’t blame the brother-in-law one bit. If I had two kids 11 and 13, I sure as hell wouldn’t want them to see this shit from their cousin. But the highlight came after dinner and it was just me, Mrs. kkk, the mother/father in-law and the crack-whore niece and her boyfriend.
I was in the kitchen going over Black Friday fliers when something stupid lead to something stupider. It had to deal with the crack-whore niece-in-law’s baby’s father and something he texted. The crack-whore niece-in-law’s boyfriend then said something like he was going to beat the baby’s father up. The crack-whore niece-in-law then started screaming and going on about if there was a fight in her shithole apartment complex that she would be evicted and have nowhere to live blahblahblah. Screaming and door-slamming then ensued.
Families.
I’m sure the fact this person doesn’t have a JOB and relies on welfare and child support to stay in her apartment will probably affect her living conditions more than some stupid fight, but whatever. I guess I could also mention that if she would have moved back with the mother/father-in-law earlier this year instead of living in an apartment, gotten a job or two and/or went back to school, she would have more than $6,000 in child support banked and not have to worry about rent, food or utilities. And if she would have actually helped out around the house and been a responsible person, the better half and her brother would give the house to the niece-in-law once their parents pass away. (The house won’t be worth that much on the open market.) But of course the crack-whore niece-in-law is, well, a crack-whore, and this sort of rational/responsible behavior just won’t do.
Remember what I said about getting off topic? At least I waited until the end of this entry.
Oh, and the crack-whore niece-in-law’s current boyfriend? He’s not that bad a guy, but he’s young and stupid. By the time he realizes his girlfriend is sucking his lifeforce out of him, I can only pray he doesn’t have a kid or two with her.