Coming home from a fuck party and making sure the bar which hosts our games knows what time Saturday's game is, I noticed two long racks of ribs sitting on the kitchen counter, thawing.

That must mean only one thing.  Not that we're having ribs, but there is going to be an occasion big enough that My Asshole Brother (along with his wife and my niece) will be coming over.  I hadn't thought about Thanksgiving, but it looks like a huge dinner is coming, either the fourth Thursday in November or sooner.  And I have got to tell you, I'm triggered.  If they're coming over this weekend, I might just lose it and try and stab him in the face for his treatment of me in Hong Kong, over and over and over and over and over and. ...