So now my sister tells me Mom drove back to the expensive bakery two towns over to buy cookies. I assume they are for my son. I am anxiously awaiting what she will do with them. Will she come over on Thanksgiving, unwelcomed, with them? Is she mailing them to us? Does she plan to leave them on my doorstep? I have no idea what I'll do when confronted.

What these cookies mean to me is: She is going to be at my Thanksgiving dinner, even if it's in the form of cookies. And she is going to have the last word.

She wants me to give the cookies to my son. "These are from Grandma". He'd say, "Why is Grandma not here?" I'd have to say, "Because she called me a f****n b***h and tortured me". But, see how much Granny loves you?

When are cookies not sweet?

Meanwhile, she tells the rest of the family she is broke and desperate, but still she had to go spend money on shoving these cookies in my face.

This one takes the cake, the worst holiday yet.