Surviving Thanksgiving

I'm still ticking.
Thanksgiving actually went relatively well. We had one political outburst where Simon tried to convince us all that Clinton was evil, because he supported genocide since he was pro-choice, and dad annoyed me at the end of the night by trying to insist that I do something we'd already agree that I didn't need to do.
Otherwise things went well. We had a fire, and played games, and the food was great. Thanks for everybodies goodwishes.