My MIL Stole My Entire Thanksgiving Dinner to Impress Her New Boyfriend – She Didn’t Expect Karma to Punish Her

This year, I decided my Thanksgiving was going to be perfect.

I started on Monday.

Monday was pie crusts and pumpkin puree.

Flour on my shirt, flour in my hair. My grandma’s sunflower apron tied around my waist.

Tuesday was pies, casseroles, sweet potato mash. I played 90s music and sang into a whisk.

My daughter Lily danced around me while my son Max pretended to be “too cool” but still stole spoonfuls of filling.

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