Blistered.

My Mom's aunt asked my brother if he was my boyfriend.
My Dad asked me what a dominatrix was.
I wore sunglasses at the dinner table.
And my youngest brother made amazing sweetpotato pie.

All in all Thanksgiving was a win.

And today, Gene Simmons was in the mall. I'm so exhausted that I think my right eye is failing me. Or the laser beam at work really got me this time.