http://www.reallybadparentingadvice.com/rule-15-create-uncomfortable-thanksgiving-traditions/ Because good parenting advice is boooring. Fri, 03 Feb 2012 21:50:28 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://www.reallybadparentingadvice.com/rule-15-create-uncomfortable-thanksgiving-traditions/comment-page-1/#comment-5590 sailor Sat, 20 Feb 2010 04:41:08 +0000 http://www.reallybadparentingadvice.com/?p=312#comment-5590 there is always my familys time honored tradition of suburban squirrel hunting. nothing like alcohol, triptophan and firearms that all combind in one residential neighborhood back yard, the cops love us this day of the year. there is always my familys time honored tradition of suburban squirrel hunting. nothing like alcohol, triptophan and firearms that all combind in one residential neighborhood back yard, the cops love us this day of the year.

]]> http://www.reallybadparentingadvice.com/rule-15-create-uncomfortable-thanksgiving-traditions/comment-page-1/#comment-228 Shell Thu, 15 Jan 2009 00:02:29 +0000 http://www.reallybadparentingadvice.com/?p=312#comment-228 One year, my mother, feeling very giving, invited her single friend, masseuse"Bob" (who I called "scary stranger /possible psycho killer Bob") to Thanskgiving dinner. He brought a bottle of exotic wine. We all drank it and immediately felt overwhelmed with fatigue, falling into comma like states...all of us passed out around the room. All of us, that is, except for the Bob who likely poisoned us with his wine and then robbed the house bare while we slept. Of course, my mother denies him any wrongdoing, insisting that we all had a toxic amount of tryptophan from eating too much turkey. Ummm, ok. I'd say that was an uncomfortable thanksgiving tradition. Way to go mom! One year, my mother, feeling very giving, invited her single friend, masseuse”Bob” (who I called “scary stranger /possible psycho killer Bob”) to Thanskgiving dinner. He brought a bottle of exotic wine. We all drank it and immediately felt overwhelmed with fatigue, falling into comma like states…all of us passed out around the room. All of us, that is, except for the Bob who likely poisoned us with his wine and then robbed the house bare while we slept. Of course, my mother denies him any wrongdoing, insisting that we all had a toxic amount of tryptophan from eating too much turkey. Ummm, ok. I’d say that was an uncomfortable thanksgiving tradition. Way to go mom!

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