I'm a little nervous. I'm taking Doug to my paternal grandparents for Thanksgiving lunch today. I've never brought a boyfriend down there before, so I'm not quite sure what will happen. With any luck, we can squeak the four hours by without a single rude remark being said to Doug or me.
Rachel's super secret holiday dinner behavior:
I eat my turkey on a fork after it has been dipped in melted butter. Yes, I'm embarrassed that I do it. No, not enough to stop doing it. No, I will not be dipping my turkey in melted butter tonight while over at Doug's family Thanksgiving dinner.
Wish us luck.