Oh, Thanksgiving...so much to be thankful for. Friends, family, turkey, sweet potatoes, stuffing, cranberries, pie, and my grandmother's butterhorn rolls. But most of all I am thankful for my sister. Since having a baby and taking up a full time job for the past two years, my sister has missed every major holiday with our family in Austin. Well this year, I got a call from her Thanksgiving morning telling me she was driving up and would be there in about an hour. Minutes before she arrived, I pulled my mom outside and told her I had a surprise. I'm not good with coming up with excuses so my mom assumed the worst due to my awkward behavior while waiting for my sister to pull up. "Is it bad?" she asked. "I don't know, see for yourself," I said as my sister pulled up. Seeing as she was practically moved to tears, I knew my mom was most thankful for my sister being there.
I was thankful she was there also because not only is she my sister, but my best friend. Until I came to college, we were inseperable. Of course, there were times when I wanted to strangle her, but I adored her just the same. She is the one person I can both love or hate more than anyone else. For example...Let's take a look at how I spent my Thanksgiving. My sister arrived, which made my day. We then ate outside in the gorgeous weather. I ate two full plates of amazing food. After the meal, my cousin, sister and I decided to get some Starbucks and check out my dorm room since neither of them had seen it. While we're driving my sister begins to complain that a piece of glass stuck in her finger from breaking a glass while bartending the previous night, is starting to hurt. She then has the brilliant idea of going to the emergency room to get it out. My cousin and I agreed. How long could it take to get a piece of glass out of a finger? Yeah...three hours to be exact. While we were there, one man came in with his hand sliced, and another woman with a sliced finger, you know, the typical Thanksgiving day emergencies. "We've had a lot of those today." I guess some people are thankful for the emergency room being open on Thanksgiving. I finally went in to check on my sister after a couple hours had gone by. I asked her why it was taking so long and she told me the doctors don't care. Literally. When my sister first went in, she asked the nurse, "Sorry about this. I'm sure there's actual emergencies and I just have glass in my finger." The nurse replied with, "Oh, it's fine. There are no real emergencies." Good to know?
My sister then proceeded to tell me what happened. She said the doctor came in and said, "I'm sorry, but we're going to have to amputate your finger." My sister, being my sister, of course replied with, "You gotta be fucking kidding me! No, you are not cutting off my finger." The doctor simply laughed and said, "Oh, I can't joke with you." Let's just say she didn't find it funny. Although, I did. Only because my cousin and I had predicted her coming out with no finger. Anyway, she ended up getting the glass out. And it turned out to be a good thing we went because the doctor said it was in pretty deep and if she hadn't come in that day, it would have gotten in her blood stream.
By the time we got back to my grandparents' house, everyone had already had dessert. Not only that, they roasted marshmallows outside, which I had been talking about doing that night for weeks. All in all, it was still a good thanksgiving. Even though she made us sit in that hospital waiting room for hours, I'm thankful that my sister was able to come spend Thanksgiving with us.