My husband Garth (not his real name) and I were talking while doing the dishes, yesterday...because it's one of the very few times we can pretty much guarantee ourselves some privacy, at our house.

PSA: Teens have a hard time figuring out when the dishwasher is clean (or dirty) unless they are specifically told the dishwasher NEEDS to be changed and then they suddenly (and very mysteriously) become SEVERELY allergic to doing the dishes.

Aaaaaanyway, I was doing the math...WHAT?!?...it COULD happen...and realized Garth (not his real name) and I had just celebrated our 25th Thanksgiving, together.

Which is REAL weird, considering we only recently got married...in my head, anyway...AND don't EVEN get me started on how it's possible we could have 4 teenagers in the house?!?!

Fiiiiiiiiine, the oldest is twenty-something...I'm in denial...A'IGHT?!?!

Aaaaaaanyway, I get all mushy, gushy and squishy around the holidaze -- okay, more than usual -- and I seemed to have passed on some of the mushy-gushy-squishy genes to my kids...in varying degrees, of course.

Youngest: Time to break out the Christmas movies, which one do we watch first?!?!

It's a family tradition, that dates back to I don't remember when, but it just doesn't feel like Thanksgiving...unless someone is fighting over which one of the Christmas movies to watch...first.

Garth(NHRN): Christmas Vacation.

On this one, Daddy wins.

Middle Girl: What movie should we watch, next?!?!

I only wanted to close my eyes for a few minutes (dang you, turkey coma!), but I somehow managed to sleep right through Christmas Vacation and...well...I've seen it enough times and could probably recite the entire movie...but I won't...you're welcome!

Oldest: How about we see what's on these old VHS tapes?

Last year, I found a couple of unmarked tapes and tossed them into the bucket.

Me: Uh-oh!!!

[blank stares]

Me (to my husband): I dunno, you think it's safe?!?!

[one beat, two beats]

Oldest: OMG!!!

Middle girl: REALLY?!?!

The boy: I just ate, ova here!!!

Youngest: What?!? WHAT?!? Ohhhhhhhhh...and...EWWWWWW!!!!!

And so ended the Thanksgiving that I made Garth (not his real name) belly-laugh all the way to the bathroom.

[wipes eyes]

I win, EVERYTHING!

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