Title: Thanksgiving

Author: Latisha C

Genre: General

Rating: T

Upload: Wednesday, November 23, 2005 at 7:40 PM Eastern Time

Disclaimer: If I owned these people, then I wouldn't be writing this crappy disclaimer now would I?

Summary: Thanksgiving is supposed to be this joyous occasion where families come together to celebrate and enjoy one another's company…not. What do you get when you have a stuck up cousin, a wannabe Valley Girl, criticizing grandparents and a dining room full of people come to give thanks…just another crazy Thanksgiving.

Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.

George Burns
US actor & comedian (1896 - 1996)

"So tell me again who we're inviting to Thanksgiving dinner?"

Shawn audibly sighed. He was tired from sitting at the kitchen table with his daughter planning the menu for Thanksgiving dinner. "Sweetie, do we need to go over this tonight?"

Sari shot an annoyed look at her father. "Yes, we need to go over this tonight. Thanksgiving is in four more days, and I'm going food shopping tomorrow and I need to know how much of everything to buy. Plus there's the 'who's allergic to what' list too."

Her dad just did not understand. Every year she's been cooking Thanksgiving dinner and every year, four days before the feast, he starts in on his usual complaining of 'you and your lists,' as he referred to it.

"The McMahons, minus Shane's wife and son. Paul, Kevin and Scott. Then there's Steve and don't forget Mark and Sara either. Um, Rey and his family. Randy and John say they can't make it as they're spending Thanksgiving amongst family. And I believe Matt Hardy, as his father is spending Thanksgiving with some cousins of his in Minneapolis."

"So that's about 14 people then and if on average everyone consumes about 1.5 pounds of turkey each, I'll need to buy a 21 pound turkey." Sari stopped punching in numbers and wrote something else down. Presumably she was already drawing out a seating chart for their guests. "Do you think I should cook two turkeys or one?"

Shawn shrugged. "Does it matter?"

"No, not really. I guess I just want this dinner to be perfect everyone."

Shawn smiled and pecked his daughter on her forehead. "Don't worry Shorty. The dinner will turn out fine." Standing up he placed his glass in the sink. "Don't stay up too late obsessing over the seating now, Sari. I saw you drawing something on that sheet of paper."

"What makes you think it's a seating chart?"

"Because I know you, Sari. It's just what you do. Night."

Smiling slightly she went back to being bent down over he paper. "Goodnight."

Sari was once again up bright and early. She seemed to get up early around Thanksgiving so she had more time for preparation. Today she needed to get started on the providing of entertainment for the guests as everyone was coming over the night before and leaving the day after Thanksgiving.

Stretching she went downstairs and poured herself a cup of freshly made coffee. If Sari had thought about it, she would of thought to see who made the coffee, as her father wasn't yet awake from his peaceful slumber.

About an hour later, Shawn stumbled down the stairs half awake, swearing as he reached the bottom step. "Please tell me you did not set my alarm clock to wake me up at 8 in the morning?"

Sari smirked. "Sorry, would you have preferred to be woken up by a bucket of ice being poured over your head at 6 this morning," she sweetly asked.

"Actually I would have preferred you not waking me up at all," he answered back, taking a gulp of his coffee.

"Well, I wouldn't have to resort to waking you up so early if you would just learn to get up of your own accord in the morning."

Shawn narrowed his eyes at her in warning but said nothing else on the subject. It was there little thing to trade barbs about his not liking to wake up early in the mornings unless he really had to. They had been trading barbs about that since Sari was eleven. Shawn guessed it was there version of father/daughter bonding.

"Speaking of, I forgot to mention to you that you're grandparents were coming. So is your cousin Benjamin and your brother and Carolyn."

"Great, now I can jump for joy," Sari deadpanned.

Sari wasn't looking forward to visiting with any of the above people mentioned, except for her brother that is. And even that was going to suck, as Cameron had decided to bring his Valley Girl wannabe girlfriend, Carolyn along to dinner. As for her cousin and grandparents, that was going to be like pitching a whole new ball game all over again.

Shawn smirked at her sarcasm. "Seriously what is your problem with my parents?"

"You mean besides the fact that every time they see me, they find something new to criticize about me?"

"Come on, they don't always criticize you about everything."

"Yes they do, Dad."

"Name one time for me then," Shawn spoke challenging his daughter.

"It was Christmas Eve of 2000. I was I was 11 years old at the time. I had just finished wrapping up a present for Cameron. I brought him this new pair of roller blades that he had been telling me about for the past three months. Anyway, I go to place the gift under the tree, when Grandpa Joe asks me to hand him over the present in my hand. So I do and the old man proceeds to rip the wrapping off of the gift and hand to grandma Ruth, spouting off about how I his Benjamin could've wrapped this gift with one hand behind his back and it would've still come out looking better than mine.

"Now I ask you, Dad, what type of thing is that to say to an eleven year old who was at the time still learning to wrap up presents?"

Shawn wrinkled his nose. "Well maybe that was a little harsh. But I'm sure that it was just that one time, right."

"I wish. I still remember when I played Juliet back when I was in junior high school."

"Yeah we had front row seats to that play for once," interjected Shawn.

"I was just about to kiss this cute senior named Eric after saying my line, when I hear them complaining about my "dreadful acting" to the people next to them. I was so embarrassed and angry with them that I could have yelled at them then and there. Fortunately, I didn't because I knew I would've of regretted it later on, but every once in awhile I still wish that I had of. Maybe they'd stop treating me so poorly for a change."

"Okay how about we do this. You just be very polite to my parents the whole time they're here for Thanksgiving and in return for your being super nice, I'll take you to buy that new laptop you've been telling me about. Deal?"

Sari smiled. "Deal. Now what do you say to us going food shopping now?"

"Fine, but we're not spending anymore time than necessary on this one task. Seriously, I want to be in and out in about two hours. Do you think we can manage that?"

Sari smirked. "Dad, you obviously don't know who I am, if you're asking me that question."

Next Up: Adventures in grocery shopping.

A/N: I got the idea to write this story from Roseanne and what Thanksgiving is like at my house every year.