This has happened before;

Thursday was Thanksgiving.
We left at about 1:40 to go to my grandmothers house.
It was very uneventful.
We ate.
My cousins were there.
I actually talked to them this time though.
And I know this is going to sound conceded, but I though I looked very pretty that day.
The only thing I remember in detail was when Jen told my grandfather that my boyfriend was Puerto Rican.
And hen the torment began.
My grandfather has to make fun of everyone who isn't white.
I was pissed because I specifically told Jen not to mention that in front of my grandparents.
How spiteful.
The only other part I really remember was when we had pumpkin pie, which is my favorite type of pie.