As my blood boiled it wasn’t the turkey that I finally cut. You can blame the knife but it was the continued abuse of your tongues that kept stabbing at me. Always the one that everyone could count on to say the right words, while they spoke their mind, let’s just say diplomacy has ended. You say it’s my fault but as you saw the water boiling you kept adding heat to the fire. Well I finally can speak my mind and I guess you won’t mind for their is more then turkey that needs to be stuffed.
FOOTNOTE- G-D willing this won’t be a true story at your Thanksgiving table.