For some reason, I can't stand them. Especially when people come hauling in little crockpots that have been unplugged long enough for bacteria to start festering. There is never enough alcohol (if any) and never a "main course". I always seem to get cornered by someone telling me too many details about their pending divorce. Someone else's feelings get hurt because I scoop some of their contribution to the potluck but don't finish it.
I would take this to Facebook, but I don't want to see any more Christmas potluck pictures with forced smiles and people squeezed unnaturally close together so they can all fit in the frame (only time each year they make physical contact).
Am I a Grinch?
I would take this to Facebook, but I don't want to see any more Christmas potluck pictures with forced smiles and people squeezed unnaturally close together so they can all fit in the frame (only time each year they make physical contact).
Am I a Grinch?
