So everyone has come to your house to enjoy a Thanksgiving diner. They’ve made merry, stuffed themselves full of a wonderful dinner, lounged on your couches, and pawed your remote.
It’s after 7PM…
Are you looking at your watch? Tapping you pencil? Doing a little obvious cleaning? Changing clothes?
Whatever could you be subtlety trying to tell your guests?
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Ours our spending the night. YAWN. I, needless to say, have retired for the evening. It’s nine-thirty. I’ve been slaving away over this deal for two days. Now I’m taking a little ME time… 😀
“Here’s your hat. What’s your hurry?”
Some people are just clueless. You then have to resort to the not-so-subtle hints to break through the tryptophan-induced catatonia…
“Ummm, dinner’s over, football’s done, here’s your coat, there’s the door….bye now.”
Works for me…lol.