Except for two times, one when preggers and last year when my mother couldn't walk, I've had Thanksgiving in my house for 25 years.
My mother-in-law is a very religious woman who has that ability to smile and speak sweetly while shooting your head off. My sister always makes the desserts, but MIL always insists on bringing hers and shoves sister's to the back of the fridge. She corrects me on everything from the mashed potatoes to the types of serving spoons I need. That side of the family eats 'weird' shit, so they bring that stuff and sit at one end of the long table surrounded by it.
My mom, of course, still treats me like I've never done this before, but limited mobility will now keep her out of my kitchen and hence, out of my hair.
(one time when I mentioned I had to buy the ingredients for my sausage stuffing, she said, 'ew! I HATE sausage stuffing', to which I replied, 'Mom, you've been eating and raving about it for 20 years'. :rolleyes
Then there's the sister-in-law and her lazy-ass boyfriend. Both total wastes of good air and that's all I can say about them without taking this to another page. Bitchy, lazy moochers who wouldn't have a nice thing to say about anything if they were on their deathbeds.....
Family...we love them because they are family but thank the gods they aren't neighbors....