Ok you probably got one and it is time to share--Thanksgiving Horror stories
I am willing to go first.
Since my wife and I 11 year marriage we both have had jobs where we have to work.
But her mother - my monster-in-law- had a itch up her that she insisted we have a Thanksgiving dinner even though wife and I couldn't eat until late (for the holiday that is...5pm) so we get to MIL's apartment who already had food on the table and rushing us to the table for get the fact we are trying to get our coats off. We rush through dinner and pumpkin pie she clears the table refuses to let wife help her with dishes. Forget sitting and talking 25 minutes later wife and I are walking into OUR apartment wondering why the heck she even bothered cooking when Bingo started at 5:45 (something called early bird specials.)
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A couple weeks before Thanksgiving, my mother decided she wanted to have a family thanksgiving at the Vermont inn that was owned by the Sound of Music family (I forget their names and the name of their inn).
So naturally she got very ticked off and offended when she discovered that, being the Sound of Music family and all, their inn was booked years in advance. 
So she called all over vermont and finally found an inn that had room over Thanksgiving, probably about a few feet south of the Canadian border.
Well, I had to work through Wednesday, so couldn't leave for the inn until Thanksgiving day. The same day a major nor'easter came blowing through.
Sometime after I left my apartment, the downpour turned into a blizzard. Somewhere in the middle of New Hampshire, the engine light came on in my car, and it slowed way down to 45 mph or so. I crawled up the highway to a gas station, which was closed. Stood there looking helplessly under the hood. Headed back up the highway until I came to an exit. I picked a direction at the end of the exit and passed a beautiful yellow farmhouse, followed by nothing. The road got windier and windier and turned into a dirt road. I nearly got stuck, but was able to turn my car around and made my way back toward the highway, I decided to stop at the yellow house and get some directions to a place to stay because my car clearly wasn't going to make it to Vermont.
What I found was a wonderful, welcoming family...husband, wife, two grown (and handsome ooh-la-la) sons and one daughter in law. They had just finished eating their Thanksgiving dinner. They invited me in and sat me down. While the mother and dil made up a plate of food, the father regaled me with stories and the sons stood on either side of me patting me dry with towels.
After I ate, the mother told me I wasn't going anywhere, that I was staying with them. I called my parents and got roundly screeched at by my mother for deliberately breaking my car and ruining her Thanksgiving. 
We played charades that night. They put me up in a lovely room where they kept hundres of beautiful decoy ducks that the father carved as a hobby. The next day I took my car to their mechanic friend, and while he looked it over I bought them a little gift. He couldn't fix my car, but said I could safely drive it home as long as I stayed under 40. I returned to the family to give my gift and they invited me to lunch. They taught me to play Uno, and while playing, it started snowing again. And again, they insisted I stay with them again. More charades, more fun, and one of the two most magical, loving and fun Thanksgivings I ever had in my life.
This is a true story:
WBZ Radio in Boston used to have a call in show on T'giving morning for people who had cooking questions. One T'giving an hysterical woman called in. She had put her turkey in the oven and inadvertently knocked a sealed can of beans into the back of the roasting pan. An hour or so later the oven door exploded and the turkey, the beans and the roasting pan went flying across her kitchen and hit the wall. She wanted to know if the turkey was still good to eat.
WBZ used to replay that tape every Thanksgiving morning.
Have a wonderful day everybody! 
If my mom ever found out I told this she'd rip me a new one. I love teasing her about it.
We were getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner and she had put all her make-up on and done her hair. She was reaching for the hairspray when she picked up this instead....
