Peep the old school "Jersey Girl" rabbit fur hooker jacket.
Like big picture windows...
Enjoying the festivities
Learning Patty Cake
Thanksgiving at my mom's house is always something special... Excomunnicated siblings finally making their way back into the fold, long lost family friends suddenly turning up at the party & mingling with the multitude of cousins, uncles, aunts, nieces & nephews there to celebrate, the whole lot of 'em drowsy after devouring a turkey pumped full of Tryptophan... Screaming babies, children's dvds, and limbo contests are just a few of the things you can expect when you walk through the door to my mom's house, along with my mom's almost DAILY viewing of "The Color Purple" (no lie, she has watched that damn movie hundreds of times since it came out, effectively turning a 154 minute movie into a LIFETIME of "You told Harpo to BEAT ME!" aaarrgh!!!!... but I still sent her and my big sister to see the theatre production in '07 :-) The occasional loudmouth stripper or police batallion making their way to the annual dinner. Strippers?!, The Police?!!, WTF??? Yeah, one of my 30 some odd cousins is a pole dancer & this year she brought another one of her "stripper buddies" to eat. As for the police, somehow we have managed to have at least one cop car at the house consistently since 2003; fights, kidnappings, fires, disturbing the peace, you name it... they don't get to sit down and eat though.
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