Granted Leah is as loony as a jay bird and not having to eat with her was a blessing, Barb should not have been forced to leave her own celebration. Grr… Of course, I said nothing, but you could see Barb was just broken last night. She’d been looking so forward to Suzanne being there. The turkey took for freaking ever to cook (from 11 a.m. to 6 p.m.) It’s the damned stuffing… and then to pull that. We made sure we kept her laughing, but she kept looking towards the dining room. Of course, she could have set another place for herself and told people to shove closer, but she didn’t.
We stayed until every last pot and pan had been washed and dried. Her family ate and left without carrying a single plate to the kitchen… the granddaughter, doncha know. She gets crabby and what not. Jeff stayed and helped as did the Denays and the Bostwicks. They both had long drives, too, but they hung around. Her family just steams me, but screw them, Snickers stayed in most of the time (he went out for dinner). Her nieces and s-i-l hate him, but my argument is that it’s his house, too. Thankfully, it wasn’t too chilly out last night, so he did well and we let him in as soon as the food was secure.
We came home with a few leftovers. We won’t have to make mashed potatoes for dinner tomorrow. Maryanne gave us an entire container. We have leftover ginger salad (TBG adores it) and I brought home ham in order to make a western this morning. After breakfast, we will go over and pick up a tree. Jeff is going to join us there. He has the tree delivered and said that if it comes early enough, he’ll go to dinner with us tonight. I will ask Barb again, but she looked so tired and dejected last night that I wanted to boot the lot of them. I wouldn't be surprised if this is the last dinner.