jianantonic | Sometimes I am a good daughter

Yesterday evening, in a spontaneous fit of goodwill, I decided to drag McKenzie to my parents' house after dinner to see if my mom needed any help with Thanksgiving preparations. Sure enough, I entered to find the whole house turned upside down, my mom looking like a frazzled wreck, and my dad asleep on the couch. I told my mom I'd come to help, and she set me up ironing the fancy table linens in front of the kitchen TV and Jeopardy. I'm a little rusty on my trivia, but I did alright for a home contestant, and I got a lot of ironing done without burning anything.

After ironing, I helped mom fix her annual advent calendars for all the kids in her life, and I did a little bit of online work from her computer. All in all, a very productive evening. Mom was baking cookies, and offered me some on my way out the door. I wasn't feeling particularly hungry, so I declined. I guess that set off the last of the warning bells, and at this point, my mom became really suspicious that her daughter had been possessed or brainwashed. Not too concerned, mind you, because it was definitely for the better, but still, she was pretty sure it wasn't me.

"I mean, goodness, I didn't even hear you break wind ONE TIME tonight. Are you sure you're my daughter?"

Happy Thanksgiving, folks.