One Last Thing Regarding Thanksgiving

Posted on | November 30, 2011 | No Comments

We stayed at my aunt’s house this Thanksgiving weekend.  I’m very much like my aunt in that I like my stuff to be a certain way.  When I was a kid I hated when family friends would bring their kids over and they played with my toys.  It’s not that I don’t like to share, but I like my stuff to be put back where they belong and not broken.  My aunt likes having us over as long as we don’t mess up her house.

Black Friday all the ladies were going shopping so I volunteered to watch my aunt’s dogs while they were out.  My nieces stayed back so we could play games.  My brother and my mom’s husband also stayed back to hang out and drink some beers.  The first couple of hours went according to plan.  After a while me and the girls took a break for snacks and to take care of business.  This is when it all went interesting.

As it turned out one of my nieces went to use the restroom and noticed that somebody hadn’t flushed so she simply went to the other restroom.  She didn’t tell anybody or even try to flush the toilet.  I went in and just sat my big butt down, grabbed a magazine and took care of my business.  After I got done I flushed and you all know what happened next.  The water level began to rise and rise and there was no stopping it.  Luckily it stopped before everything began to overflow.  I didn’t panic and instead I went to look for the plunger.

After looking in every possible place and no plunger to be found I decided to call my aunt.  The conversation went something like this:

Aunt:  Hello mijo!

Me: Tia, do you have a plunger in the house?

Aunt: Why?

You see, this is not the type of question to ask when somebody asks you if you have a plunger.  The appropriate response is “no” and proceed to just buy one.  It wasn’t like I want taking inventory of my aunt’s house.  Let’s see, bed, check.  Couch, check.  Fridge, check.  TV, check.  Plunger, oh oh!

Me: We have an issue that only a plunger can solve.

Aunt: Okay, I’ll pick one up.

Great, that problem was solved.  The jokes began to fly like scud missiles and we went back to our card games.  After about an hour one of my nieces asked where the dogs could be.  Before that question was asked my brother and my mom’s husband had come in from the garage because they ran out of beer and decided to take a break.  My brother made himself a nest on the floor behind the couch and my mom’s husband went to take a shower.  I got up to get a soda from the fridge and noticed that the garage door had been left open.  I instantly panicked because I knew that my aunt’s priceless dogs had made a break for it.

I looked to my brother for help but the beer had taken its toll and he was out of commission.  My mom’s husband was still in the shower so it was up to my nieces and I to find the dogs.  One thing about my aunt’s dogs is that they are more important to her than any of us.  I immediately sent one niece to the right of the house, the other to the left and I went straight ahead.  I could see my aunt writing all of us out of her Will.  I could imagine her making us look for her dogs all night long.  I vividly saw our great Thanksgiving weekend going into the toilet that was still backed up.  After I walked around for about five minutes I went back to the house and got my mom’s husband on the hunt.  We both were equipped with squeaky toys and filled with fear.  You can say that the motivation was extremely high.

As my life goes, the dogs were soon found.  My mom’s husband had found them a few blocks away and was back at the house.  After I calmed down I went over to a neighbor’s house and borrowed a plunger so I could fix the toilet and take me a shower.  Throughout this whole ordeal my brother was sleeping like a baby.  My nieces were relived, my mom’s husband was ecstatic, I felt as lucky as I ever been and my brother was sleeping it off.

Life was back to normal.

Don’t forget, you’re not alone!

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