Title: Thanksgiving

Author: Latisha C.

Genre: General/Humor

Rating: T

"Human beings are the only creatures on earth that allow their children to come back home."

-Bill Cosby on Family

Adventures in Grocery Shopping

"Greenbeans, fresh not canned?"

"Check."

"Collard Greens and Mustard Greens?"

"Check. But could we 86 the Mustard Greens? They don't have a very good taste to them?"

"No Dad. You know your parents especially requested that we buy mustard greens for them to eat, as they hate collard greens."

"So. We're the ones supplying the food. Shouldn't they already be grateful for that?"

"Yes, but they're not. Big deal. Now, where was I?"

Sari looked down at the list in her hand and searched for the last item they checked off. "Oh yes here we are. Bell stuffing?"

"Check. You can also check off, all brands of beer, the three bottles of Pepsi, Sprite, Cola and Diet Cola each off of the list too."

Sari checked the items off of the list, while still running down the total list of items for the Thanksgiving feast.

"Okay well we have almost everything. We need to get things for the pies now."

Shawn stopped pushing the shopping cart down the cereal aisle and turned to look at his daughter. "Wait, we're supplying dessert to everyone too?"

"Well yeah Dad. I mean that's what you do when you host a dinner party."

"But I thought we make the food and people bring there own dishes or desserts to dinner."

"Well yeah, you can do that. In fact I think Mark and Sara said they're bringing three of Sara's famous sweet potato pie. And I believe someone's bringing in some other things too."

"Okay so if this is the case, why are we buying things for dessert?"

Sari pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance. "Look everyone is bringing something. But just in case we somehow manage to run out of something, that's where we come in with the back up supplies."

Shawn went to say something else, but Sari silenced him with one of her famous glares. "Look, every year we go shopping for Thanksgiving supplies and every year you do the same thing. You ask the most asinine questions concerning food and we get into this same argument right in this very aisle every damn year.

"So tell me, do you do this on purpose to drive me nuts or are you genuinely forgetful of these things?"

Shawn smirked. "Alright fine. I do it just to see if I can still push your buttons every year. Though you surprised me this year. You usually try and humor me on this whole issue."

"Yeah, well this year is more stressful than the last. Mainly because we have four new additions to the dinner table."

Oh you mean the Fantastic Four?" At Sari's nod he continued talking. "Trust me they'll be happy to know you'll be cooking and not me, because I can't cook a proper Thanksgiving dinner to save my natural born life."

"Not true. You can cook plenty of other things, such as pies, and macaroni and things like that. You just don't know how to cook a turkey. Plus you hate having to stick your hand in the turkey and pull out the giblets. " Sari spoke, dropping two cans of lemon pie filling into the shopping cart.

"Are we making the pie crusts or buying the pre-made pie crusts," Shawn asked, having stopped in front of pie crusts.

"Well, I thought I'd leave that decision up to you. I mean you are better at making the homemade pies crusts better than me."

"Yeah, but you're always good for the pie fillings. So how about we make it a joint effort? I'll make the crusts so long as you do the actual cooking of the pie."

Sari nodded in acquiescence and walked off towards the aisle where you'd find eating utensils. She and Shawn each grabbed up three packs of the blue napkins that have designs on them. They were going to fold each one into the shape of a triangle for good presentation.

"Ready to head to the check out counter, Dad?"

The entire shopping cart full of stuff ended up running Shawn 250 dollars down into the ground.

"So, what time are the Three Amigos supposed to be getting in tomorrow?"

Shawn made a right turn onto their street. "I don't know. Perhaps sometime tomorrow afternoon. Why?"

"Because, the guest rooms haven't been made up yet."

"Sweetie, please don't worry about it. The guys wont care about the guest rooms not being ready. In fact, I don't even know if they're going to be bunking at our house or not."

"I can't. I mean, seriously, you know how obsessive I am about these things. There's only so long I can look at something and not fix it."

"Yes I know, Ms. I don't do dishes and yet, you do them every two days and freak out if even one bowl and spoon is in the sink."

"Well, I have a right to freak out. If I took the time out of my day to do something that I hate, then by all right, that sink should at least stay clean for more than two hours at a time." (1)

Shaking his head, Shawn pulled into the driveway and popped the locks on the door. "Look all I'm saying is, you should try and chill out. Seriously, you worry me sometimes, because you deliberately stress your own self out about a lot of things and that's no way to live your life."

Sari shook her head and opened the door. "Well if I don't stress over things, then who is?"

Shawn waited until she had shut the door to respond in only a whisper. "I will." Opening up his door he walked around the back and began to help Sari bring in the groceries.

Later on that night, just as Shawn and Sari were getting ready to head up to bed, the doorbell rang.

"Dad, were you expecting somebody?"

"No."

"So then who could that be?" Sari asked, just as the doorbell rang once again.

Shrugging Shawn walked back towards the door and opened it. Outside he found Jesse and his girlfriend Carolyn on the front doorstep.

"Jesse. What are you doing here so early and where's your key?" Shawn asked, enveloping Cameron in a hug, while pulling them both in out of the chilly air.

"Well, I finished my last exam today and I figured since there was no use of my hanging around campus anymore, I should just go home to Texas two days early. And as for my key, it is in my suitcase pocket and I didn't feel like going through everything just to find it, so I rang the doorbell," Jesse explained, turning to look at his younger sister, who had just jumped into his arms.

"Sari. I missed you, my little lady," He spoke placing her back onto her feet.

"I missed you too, Jess. I'm so glad you came."

"Why? Are you thinking of roping me into helping you cook," joked Jesse.

"No. But now that you mention it. Would you like to help? I could use the extra pair of hands?"

Shaking his head, Jesse slung an arm around Sari's shoulders and began to walk up the stairs. "Like you even had to ask. You know I was going to help you no matter what."

"Wicked. Then you can make your famous baked macaroni and cheese."

"You mean the one with the three different types of cheese?"(2)

Sari nodded. "Yep. I just love your pasta and cheese specials. You do it better than even me, which is saying something."

Jesse and Sari's voices gradually began to fade as they farther away from the hallway that led to the stairs.

Picking up Carolyn's bag, Shawn gestured for her to follow him upstairs where she would stay in the guest bedroom.

End Notes are as followed.

The obsessive-compulsive thing that Sari is displaying about not being able to leave things along for too long is derived from my personality. I am really like this about everything that I do. So I just thought you might like to know, you do know of someone who is like Sari…myself.

Jesse being a pro when it comes to cheese and pasta is based off of my older brother, Syylk. His pasta and cheese combos are to die for.

Next Up: The infamous trio arrive.

A/N: For those of you is might come across this story, just know I'm not looking for reviews, though they will be greatly appreciated if I do receive some for this story. I am merely writing it for fun and to try and see if I can get back into writing wrestling fan fiction. As you might have noticed I've gotten a bit rusty with my writing, so this is simply helping me get back to my previous level of writing.