Vox Humana wrote:

> There were only three of us. It is my policy to never criticize food that
> someone prepares for me. I was very cautious about the portion size that I
> took knowing that there was a good chance that it wasn't going to be tasty.
> I ate what I could, but I couldn't eat the stuffing. No one said a word.
> The "cook" said "If I had to cook like this every day I wouldn't eat." I
> silently agreed with her.
>
> In addition to the bad food, there were 15 dogs. I had to wear shoes the
> entire time because the carpet had wet spots everywhere as did the
> furniture. A couple of dogs crapped on the floor during dinner. And, as
> unbelievable as this might seem, the adult son (and I use the term "adult"
> in reference to his age only) had used the upstairs toilet, flushed it, and
> it overflowed. He threw a couple of towels on the floor and went to bed.
> The filthy water soaked into the living room ceiling and all the drywall
> tape was hanging. The carpet was wet with the contents of the toilet water.
> Unfortunately, he did this twice within a few days. It was like eating
> dinner in a badly maintained kennel attached to an outhouse!

I have to tell you, and I'm really sorry it was so awful, that it's
so ridiculous it's hilarious. Honestly, you can't make this stuff
up.

I have zero complaints about my Thanksgiving meal, but I didn't
realize I had taken my brother's stuffing. Okay, I didn't even
know my brother had his own stuffing. He has some kind of allergy
thing which means there are, essentially, three foods in the world
he can eat. I thought it looked bland.

It was, and halfway through the meal, my brother said, don't anyone
eat my stuffing. He was so glum. Poor guy. He can't even have
garlic, can you imagine!!!? (laugh)

nancy