When family shouldn't be together.. fun holiday mishalps!

When our pets got to the turkey before we did! We left our kitchen for a few minutes, and came back to the dogs and cats eating it off the floor. We were so mad then, but now we just laugh.

The first time my aunt had Easter at her house!
The scalloped potatoes boiled over in the oven and her new oven locked itself down into self cleaning mode! To this day, I don't think she has had Easter dinner again!!!

I was Christmas and I was 8 or 9 and my Mom spent hours and a ton of money buying and wrapping a full Barbie Wardrobe for me. I mean there was like 40 outfits in all and after opening everything she asked how Santa did and I answered sadly: "I guess I wasn't very good this year, I only got small stuff." She never lets me forget it to this day!

When I was in university, my parents drove for 3 hours to pick me up (and my cat) and we all drove for 3 more hours to spend Christmas with my Grandmother.

My cat didn't travel well. He had diarrhea all over his crate. My parents were pissed at me and stayed pissed the whole trip because the car smelled so bad!

Hahahahahahahahah.

Not a disaster, but a funny holiday story.

I was maybe 7 or so. My older brother, then about 15, wanted a weight bench and weights for Christmas. I woke up in the middle of the night to hear all kinds of clunking and banging and my father swearing, "G**damn sonofab*tch!" Hey, now... that's not Santa! That's Dad... that means... there's no Santa!

For years and years and years after, my father would complain that the only time those weights ever got lifted was when he brought them in the house that night! :laugh:

The time I cooked the turkey and didn't take the bag of giblets out.,...

The time it took like 10 hours to cook my turkey, it was finished about 2 hours after dinner was planned.

*sigh* backtrack to only last year when my mother brought her alcoholic boyfriend to my MILs house. he stumbled up the steps into the house (at 1100 am), sat down on the couch and passed out, got a kick in the shins by my mother which woke him up and then he stumbled down the hallway to the bathroom and barely was able to eat his dinner...then fastforward to a month later for christmas when apparently my mothe rtold him if you come to christmas eve drunk we're breaking up. he had beer throughout the day and i guess after we left she couldnt find said asshat and she went upstairs to find him taking swigs from the vodka bottle he stashed in a backpack in my old room.

im sad to say he's STILL around and i can only imagine the stories ill have this year. *face palm*

i wish i could claim this but one of my frat brother's holidays can be summed up in a facebook status:

'granddad just told my aunt she's too old to be looking for love...let the fighting begin'

Well, back in 2007 my husband (who was only 30 at the time) had to have emergency surgery to have a pace maker put in. The plan was to have him home for Christmas but the surgeon couldn't do the surgery until Christmas Eve, which made for an interesting week in the hospital because they couldn't let him go home under the circumstances. So....a friend of mine picked me up and took me to do some Christmas shopping, where I then took what few gifts I could afford for my children (see with him being in and out of the hospital since October, getting some shopping in was hard and the night he was admitted again, I had left without my purse and only had about $100 cash on me) so I wrapped the gifts in his hospital room. That was an interesting sight considering the only table I had was the little tray-like table that hospitals have. I couldn't go into the family or waiting room to wrap because there were children on the cardiac unit that day and I didn't want to ruin the Santa secret for them. So naturally we had a good laugh over me getting so aggrivated that I actually chucked the roll of wrapping paper out the window, (yes, at Ellis hospital you can still open the windows) and had to call my friend to bring me some more. The next day was Christmas Eve, surgery day. They put a Santa hat on my husband and wheeled him into the operating room. At this point my brother was there because after the surgery he was going to take me home and my other brother was going to come get my husband and bring him home on Christmas. So a couple of hours later they tell me that the surgery is completed successfully and they are bringing him from obs to his room. My brother and I go out to find my husband still wearing a santa hat, covered in tons of blankets singing Santa Clause is Coming to Town. I all but wet myself laughing over that. I had to work 8-12 Christmas morning so my brother and I left when my other brother got there. The next morning I went to work and while I was at work EVERY individual in our family, on my side, was at my house by 9am waiting for Steve to get home. By the time he got home at 2 in the afternoon, he was already so exhausted, but the pain meds they gave him made the whole day interesting. The whole time he thought he was thinking to himself, he was talking out loud! My best friend's girlfriend now knows that she's the only person who can mess up mashed potatoes, my brother's wife now knows that if she learned how to cook from her mother then there's no hope, and a friend of mine that is like family is now learning how to use salt properly so she's not accused of trying to kill everyone with her gravy and as my husband made his way to the couch to try and lay down, EVERYONE heard him say that there's still hope for this day as long as everyone goes home. (holds head in hands) I'm so glad they were all understanding and knew he was on some pretty heavy pain medication.

Well I don't go on holiday with my family anymore....

But once we all went to Florida, in 2002, July time I think, we had rented a villa for the whole family, seven of us, and hired a car, mu Husband at the time had never been to the States before and so not driven on the wrong side of the road, we had directions to the villa from the airport, unfortunately the car hire place was not AT the airport....and we had all sorts od trouble with the car hire firm, who were rubbish really and by the time we left it was quite late, we had already been up for 24 hours, were very hungry and had to try and find the villa...we drove for MILES...it got dark...we were all SO tired and hungry, the children were crying saying they hated America and wanted to go home....EVENTUALLY after we HAD to stop as we had run out of petrol we asked the man in the petrol station if he would help us, he said he would for $100 cash...but we were desperate and so we agreed, he got into an old tow truck thingy and we followed him, he took us along more and more quiet and desolate roads, my Mum became convinced he was going to stop the truck, come back with a gun and kill and rob us, the children became hysterical saying they wanted to go home, that we were all going to be murdered, I was crying...my Husband and Father both shouting...it was vile. We suddenly turned into a road with houses, and the truck pulled over and the man got out, pointed to place and said there you go....

He had taken us right to it, without shooting or robbing us...well only for the $100...

Hahaha....that's too funny! (re - hamsters!)