The thing I love most about Thanksgiving at my parents’, besides my dad’s amazing 15-dish feast, is the conversation around the table. One of this year’s topics was ex-boyfriends, and my mom chimed in that 95% of mine were clinically insane. (To be fair, she is basing this on my own cynical diagnoses from the past.)
“I’m not surprised,” came Doug’s two cents, mouth crammed with stuffing. “You’ve always been a magnet for psychos.”
I believe this is one of those jokes that write themselves, no?