You guys can think I'm being ridiculous all you want, but... when I invite you to my home for Thanksgiving dinner, it's not alright to show up in gym shorts, a tshirt and tennis shoes. Yes, you are family. Yes, I want you to feel welcome in my home. But, I invited you over to celebrate a tradition-rich, honored National Holiday, not help me clean out the garage. I realize it's not a Presidential inauguration ball, but I still think wearing pants is in order. The worst part is, your sons were dressed the same way, and I'm afraid they're going to grow up thinking it's acceptable to wear your workout clothes to Thanksgiving dinner. So pardon ol' Uncle Matt for having to give them what appears to be the only lesson in social etiquette they'll be receiving.