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Share Your Most Awkward Thanksgiving Moments!

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Back in the day, one of my favorite things about Thanksgiving was the annual Friends Thanksgiving episode. Specifically, Chandler's complicated relationship with the holiday always cracked me up. You may remember that when Chandler was nine, his dad used Thanksgiving as a chance to announce that he was gay. And years after that, Monica accidentally cut off the tip of Chandler's toe on Turkey Day. In Mr. Bing's honor, I thought it would be fun if we all shared our most awkward Thanksgiving moments in the Awkward! group in the TrèsSugar Community. Share your story, and I will feature the most festively awkward posts on Très! (If you're not clear on how to post to community, check out this helpful post.)

Share Your Most Awkward Thanksgiving Moments!   originally posted on POPSUGAR Sex & Culture
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PrincessLtrain PrincessLtrain
I vote for the growing manhood!
The holidays were always terribly dramatic in my family. No thanksgiving day was complete without a few shouting and cursing matches, maybe some broken dishes thrown at the wall, and at least one aunt's or uncle's family storming off to "never talk to you all EVER AGAIN!!" All of this would happen before the main meal began. The ones that did not storm home, would then cry and forgive each other for whatever they had said in the heat-of-the-moment, and laugh and have a grand-old time for the rest of the day. The couple of hours leading up to the meal were hell, though.
Yogaforlife Yogaforlife
I have two stories one my own and the other my mother's: First, mine: The Thanksgiving after my hubby and I got married, he had to work so we couldn't travel back home to see our family. It was my first time ever having to cook a turkey and I wanted to make my husband proud. Well I couldn't figure out what this string was coming out of this wierd hole in the front of the neck. Here, i cooked the turkey with the gibblets stuffed into the neck. I didn't know that was in there! Grossed me out so much I struggle not to get sick when I see raw turkeys. Second: My mom had just got done carving up the turkey and the men were all in the living room watching football. As she went to carry the aluminum tray of carved turkey into the dining room, she somehow flipped the tray and turkey went everywhere! Luckily she's a neat freak and we have no pets to worry about, so we cleaned it up. Be we made sure to put the turkey that actually touched the floor on the very top since the men make their plates first and we didn't want to eat those pieces. We never did tell the men they ate the turkey that fell on the floor.
Yogaforlife Yogaforlife
I have two stories one my own and the other my mother's:First, mine: The Thanksgiving after my hubby and I got married, he had to work so we couldn't travel back home to see our family. It was my first time ever having to cook a turkey and I wanted to make my husband proud. Well I couldn't figure out what this string was coming out of this wierd hole in the front of the neck. Here, i cooked the turkey with the gibblets stuffed into the neck. I didn't know that was in there! Grossed me out so much I struggle not to get sick when I see raw turkeys.Second: My mom had just got done carving up the turkey and the men were all in the living room watching football. As she went to carry the aluminum tray of carved turkey into the dining room, she somehow flipped the tray and turkey went everywhere! Luckily she's a neat freak and we have no pets to worry about, so we cleaned it up. Be we made sure to put the turkey that actually touched the floor on the very top since the men make their plates first and we didn't want to eat those pieces. We never did tell the men they ate the turkey that fell on the floor.
Smacks83 Smacks83
My mom was finishing up cooking the turkey and I'm walking downstairs to the kitchen. Next thing I notice is the extra-large black blur that is my dog rush past me and up the stairs. I'm confused, and then I hear my mom scream my name as loud as humanly possible. I rush to the kitchen (thinking she burned herself or something) only to see her staring hard at the turkey...now missing a leg and most of the thigh!Turns out she pulled the turkey out of the oven and set it on the counter, she then turned her back to close the oven door and that is when my rottie decided to strike. My mom was so angry, but didn't have time to whip up another turkey. She cut around the rest of the thigh and served it up anyway. I still love the fact my dog stole the bird-chunk and I got yelled at for it.
Smacks83 Smacks83
My mom was finishing up cooking the turkey and I'm walking downstairs to the kitchen. Next thing I notice is the extra-large black blur that is my dog rush past me and up the stairs. I'm confused, and then I hear my mom scream my name as loud as humanly possible. I rush to the kitchen (thinking she burned herself or something) only to see her staring hard at the turkey...now missing a leg and most of the thigh! Turns out she pulled the turkey out of the oven and set it on the counter, she then turned her back to close the oven door and that is when my rottie decided to strike. My mom was so angry, but didn't have time to whip up another turkey. She cut around the rest of the thigh and served it up anyway. I still love the fact my dog stole the bird-chunk and I got yelled at for it.
fuzzles fuzzles
I'm in the kitchen with Mom and we are whipping up a storm of food. Grandma, who is practically blind as a bat, is sitting on a stool by the counter, incessantly asking what she can do to help. Mom finally caves and tells her that she can peel the potatoes. Because giving visually impaired elderly people sharp objects is what we do in my family. Anywhooo, Grandma assumes the position at the sink with the peeler and starts going to town, completely oblivious that she is spraying spud shrapnel all over the windows, the cabinets, and (bonus points!) the ceiling. Mom, who is anally neat, was barely able to contain the urge to break out the sponges and cleaning products during dinner. She was actually fidgeting and giving the mess the side eye the entire time. Dad and I were snickering under our breaths the whole time. As soon as Dad took Grandma home, Mom clamored back to the kitchen and commenced with the sandblasting. With Grandma out of earshot, I was free to let out the gales of laughter that I had been holding in for the past several hours. Dad did the same when he returned from dropping off Grandma. It was one of the few times in my life that I can recall hearing Mom swear.
chatondeneige chatondeneige
Last year I hosted Thanksgiving for the first time. My brother had driven up two hours from Phoenix, my parents and grandmother had driven down five hours from Colorado. I had the worst UTI of my life so far. It was so awkward, because I was unwilling to tell anyone, but I kept having to run to the bathroom and cry softly as I peed! Worst Thanksgiving to date.
Gdeeaz Gdeeaz
I was at my aunts house when I was 14 and nobody knew that she had lit candles on the table behind the couch. Well when I got there my grandpa hung my sweater over the couch and a few minutes later I picked up my sweater and the hood was on fire. Nothing was damaged but my sweater and thankfully my family doesn't tell the story.
Pistil Pistil
It's just a minor awkward moment, but a few years ago my aunt knocked the gravy dish over onto my mom's foot, and my mom has joked about it every year since then, so that my aunt will actually bring it up before she does now. They're both joking about it, but there's that subtle cattiness, and we all just laugh awkwardly, but really? Do we have to bring this up every time? I anticipate it at every dinner with the relatives.
mamasitamalita mamasitamalita
definitely peed my pants at the table one year (and not as a small child, like 14 years old lets say), and "accidentally" spilled my glass of water all over my lap to hide it
cotedazur cotedazur
This one isn't mine, but my mother's: When my mom was a toddler, it was before the time that the polio vaccine had been invented, so parents were always afraid that their children would catch polio. At the end of one Thanksgiving dinner, being a curious toddler, she decided to finish off the remains of all the adults' mixed drinks. When my grandmother saw her stumbling around half an hour later, she was convinced that my mom had polio and started freaking out... until she smelled her breath and realized she was just drunk.
cotedazur cotedazur
This one isn't mine, but my mother's:When my mom was a toddler, it was before the time that the polio vaccine had been invented, so parents were always afraid that their children would catch polio. At the end of one Thanksgiving dinner, being a curious toddler, she decided to finish off the remains of all the adults' mixed drinks. When my grandmother saw her stumbling around half an hour later, she was convinced that my mom had polio and started freaking out... until she smelled her breath and realized she was just drunk.
MissSushi MissSushi
lol.. jeez, nothing that drastic here.At a Thanksgiving when I was around 2 or 3, we had a thanksgiving with my mothers extended family. My aunt had made these little hard boiled eggs that were decorated, only 3 or so of them, i think she calls them henriettas or something, anyway. She let me see them, but didn't let me eat or touch them. So like any toddler, the minute her back was turned I took it and ate it anyway. Ever since then, and i MEAN ever since then any holiday, any family function, she tells the story. She acts like its this fond story she thinks is cute, but in reality shes just bad mouthing a 2 year old and casting negative asperations on my character NOW. It's hard to understand but its all very subtle and bitchy. Some family members get it, some don't, but id like to strangle her so i never have to hear that story again. Basically, i stole a hard boiled egg when I was a toddler so im definitely living a life of crime and drugs now..
MissSushi MissSushi
lol.. jeez, nothing that drastic here. At a Thanksgiving when I was around 2 or 3, we had a thanksgiving with my mothers extended family. My aunt had made these little hard boiled eggs that were decorated, only 3 or so of them, i think she calls them henriettas or something, anyway. She let me see them, but didn't let me eat or touch them. So like any toddler, the minute her back was turned I took it and ate it anyway. Ever since then, and i MEAN ever since then any holiday, any family function, she tells the story. She acts like its this fond story she thinks is cute, but in reality shes just bad mouthing a 2 year old and casting negative asperations on my character NOW. It's hard to understand but its all very subtle and bitchy. Some family members get it, some don't, but id like to strangle her so i never have to hear that story again. Basically, i stole a hard boiled egg when I was a toddler so im definitely living a life of crime and drugs now..
My brother once announced at Thanksgiving dinner that his now wife was having medical issues with her "female area," and what was causing the issue was that his manlyhood had grown and was causing havoc in her nether region. My mom and dad and I just sat there, jaws dropped, like "really, are you kidding me?"
hiptobesquare hiptobesquare
When I was twelve, I successfully pulled down our drop ceiling in the basement. Half of it came tumbling down in this huge crash. Nobody got hurt, nothing was really damaged, but it was a massive noise.
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