The year was 1893, the Stevens' newly settled homestead covered with a fresh blanket of snow, a puff of chimney smoke bubbling out of the chimney...
Oh wait just kidding, this story takes place like three years ago when we were all over at my grandparent's house. It was Thanksgiving week and my grandmother had just passed away. But that is a whole different story, and is better meant for a different day. The point is, all of my aunts uncles, cousins, grandpa, and immediate family had decided to have Thanksgiving dinner all together.
After hours of cooking over a hot stove, family member crowded against family member in the small crowded kitchen, we all set the table and sat down to get ready to eat. Whitney[my sister] and I were up and about, still collecting knives and forks for everyone sitting, when we were told to hurry and stand by the table for a prayer. After the prayer all the drinks were poured and then....
KABAMMMMMMMM!!!! The table collapsed all over everyone's legs and grape juice was spilling... Everywhere. At this point Whitney and I had to leave the room of all our poor struggling relatives because we were laughing so hard. Luckily, there were no lasting casualties and we will now forever remember that Thanksgiving as the Thanksgiving we all became very thankful for paper towels.
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