So we have made it through another Thanksgiving. It's 10 p.m. and we have just finished the day. I haven't stopped since 9 this morning.
My father insisted on playing a tape of me leaving a voicemail on my aunt's machine telling her that she wasn't really a nun. I must admit that it is one of the funnier things I've done in my life, but I did it over two years ago.
Now I don't mind him wanting to share it with his family, nor does it bother me that they liked hearing it. However, this has to be at least the third or fourth time that he has taken it to a family function. He of course doesn't remember that, which would be cause for alarm in that it might be an indication of age. Yet there is no need to worry because he doesn't remember playing this tape last year and the year before for these people, because these people don't remember either! I guess I could be looking at this all wrong. Many people spend hours trying to make their families laugh over and over again and have to come up with new material. I left one funny answering machine message three years ago and it's still getting air time. I should probably leave on a high note.

That's it. I'm outta here. You've been great.