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Healthcare debate did take place, but I managed to dodge it by hiding in the kitchen to do dishes.
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I was determined not to get into it this year. I would be polite, I would be neutral, I would get up and baste the turkey if they started in on some debatable point.
His father, after dinner, just flat-out blurted out, "What do you guys think of the health care debate?" which made me think, "Damn, you WANT a fight?" The bf's brother and I took a collective breath and prepared to argue, when both the mom and dad said, "I believe we should have national health care."
The room fell silent. We (the bf, the bf's brother, me, the girlfriend) were prepared to fight it out to the death, and the parents actually deflated the argument before it even started by agreeing with us. We didn't know what to do except pour another round of wine and toast to a public option.
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My way of sidestepping these political disagreements is by saying, "Oh, gosh--I'm just so sick of hearing about (x)! It's all they talk about on the news!" followed by some broach of another topic, occasionally aided by a cute dog/child visual.
There were years when I was all for a crash-and-burn style fightfest, but I find that on the holidays now I just want to relax and avoid confrontation. I do it enough in my daily life.
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Silence.
Glare of death from my VERY catholic grandmother.
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Hearted for awe-inspiring bravery.
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One, he was drinking flavored iced tea; the sun and lighting made it reddish, like my wine. Two, he's much closer to 30 than to 20 and can have a glass of wine at his wedding if he wants. He had be starting to argue about it with her when I had to tell him, "Just stop. She'll never listen. Either change the topic or hang up."
I come from a family with an alcoholic streak a mile wide so I understand wanting to guarantee moderation and not overindulge, but good lord the picky in-laws (or step-parents) are more trouble than they're worth...
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I have no idea how, but my stepmom managed to get too drunk to make the biscuits she planned on. I mean, it explains why she was being so nice to everyone, I'm just confused as to how and when she managed to get that drunk.
Or why my dad decided that between him, her, me, and my boyfriend we should finish 5 bottles of wine during/after dinner.
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And when your mother-in-law asks your husband whose pie crust is better, kick him under the table until he says hers. Try to get him to move past the deer in the headlights look. Kick him later when you are at home until he says yours.
Thanks, Anna, for the MST3K clip!!
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