Passing Over

[redthroatedloon]

Okay. Let's see. Jim has the turkey in the oven (yeah, it's not traditional, but what the hell), the table is setup and set, including all the various ceremonial foods and doodads, the house is reasonably clean (at least enough so my friends won't be squiching their noses if they need to use the bathroom), I've gotten over my disappointment that my friend & husband from my last job won't be coming because her daughter is sick, I promise that I will not yell at Moshe when he tries to take over the ceremony because he's the only one who knows all the songs, or at my brother when he decides to say something political that I really disagree with, or at Vickie when she says loudly that Sarah (her lovely 8-year-old) hates a certain food when Sarah was just about to try it (thus causing Sarah to immediately drop it back on her plate)...

I'll just be a lovely, gracious hostess, perform the ceremony with grace and authority, and not break any dishes.

Yeah. Right.

Holidays. Can't live with 'em. Can't live without 'em.