So Supa Sister is pleased to report that she actually enjoyed the dreaded Turkey Day. Gasp! Shock! Awe! In fact, it simply proved Supa Sister’s argument that every day – not just a freaking holiday - is cause for celebration, food, fun, laughs, family, friends, alcohol, good times, good music, good chronic, and minimal amounts of drama. Now that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!
And! As an extra bonus, Supa Sister became privy to a few never-before-revealed juicy family secrets, witnessed the police respond to a family brawl four houses down, and observed two of my Supa Friends flailing about in infuriating spousal and mother-in-law related drama…and Supa Sister was tickled the fuck pink because none of these unsavory events included, involved, or necessitated any real emotional energy by yours truly. Supa Sister has been there, done that tired shit….
So, for all those who endured another holiday fussing amongst their psychologically unstable and/or drunken relatives, endured being the brunt of someone else’s misplaced hostility, found themselves neck-high in ancient unresolved familial issues, and/or basically went out of their fucking mind trying to grin and bear it all– too bad, suckas! Supa Sister says, you can’t choose your family, but you sure as hell can choose how much peace vs. insanity you allow in your life.
At any rate, hope your day was cool. Now. A chick like me gots shopping to do.
Supa Sister. Out!
P.S. - Thanks for my wake-up call, One Cool Sista! Good lookin' out.