Thanksgiving was like, pretty good I think, the most uncomfortable part was when my mother in law was like, âI wish we had a chik-fil-a in townâ and I let silp a âyou wonât catch my ass at that placeâ or something to that effect and then she was all âwhy not? why donât you like chik-fil-a? is it cos they arenât open on sundays? are they too christian for you? whatâs your actual reason?â and I was like, nope, theyâre just too homophobic, and my stepdad was tryin to be like âbut what about when the Pulse shooting happened and they came and fed people there?â and I was like what about it motherfucker? Feeding first responders at a nightclub shooting for free doesnât make up for years of supporting Kill the Gays campaigns overseas and politicians here who want to turn Leviticus into a lawbook. Fuck that joint. After I said my piece he kinda waffled and was like, well theyâve started to move away from that in recent years...idc. Thereâs a shitton of chicken joints out there, plus I have
But other than that, things were alright. We have like four pounds of Honeybaked Ham leftover (courtesy of aforementioned MIL,) which doesnât make me sad.