I love how my family's Thanksgiving dinner is supposed to be a judgment-free zone

but somehow my aunt always manages to fit in a critique of my life choices between the mashed potatoes and the green beans

Alright everyone, as I prepare to carve this magnificent turkey, I just want to remind you...

I'm the *meat-er* of ceremonies around here!

At our Thanksgiving, the gravy boat isn't the only thing getting passed around.

So are thinly veiled criticisms about my life choices.

At our Thanksgiving, the quietest part of the evening isn't during the blessing.

It's about an hour after dinner, when everyone's successfully entered their food coma.