Ah, Thanksgiving!
It's Thanksgiving Eve night, roughly 9:55 CST. The boy child and his family are at home contemplating their first Thanksgiving with my little CoCoBean, female offspring is working then going home to crash and the old man's at work till 6:00 a.m. tomorrow. I am alone with the animals this is what's going:
Worked till 4:30
Stopped for last minute things on the way home from work(disposable baking pans do tend to come in handy this time of year)
Put my pajamas on
Fed the cat (inside and outside), fed the dog
Cornbread cooked & crumbled in dressing pan
First turkey in the oven (yes first, don't ask)
Eggs for dressing boiling
Veggies for dressing chopped
Macaroni for macaroni & cheese boiling
I have also:
Missed an onion and chopped into left sculptured thumb nail
Cried, maybe because of the loss of the manicured nail but probably because of the onions
Knocked a bottle of seasoning out of the cabinet which fell directly into my banana cream pie (see below reference to pie) which, in turn, flipped the fork up into the air to land in the middle of the stove, barely missing the pot of boiling eggs (see above reference to eggs) and splattering whipped cream all over the creation
Melted corner off my thick plastic cutting board on the spaghetti pot
I have not:
Washed my make up off
Brushed out my hair
Yet to do:
Maybe throw up because the piece of banana cream pie I ate for dinner is making me ill.
I'll check in again later
Worked till 4:30
Stopped for last minute things on the way home from work(disposable baking pans do tend to come in handy this time of year)
Put my pajamas on
Fed the cat (inside and outside), fed the dog
Cornbread cooked & crumbled in dressing pan
First turkey in the oven (yes first, don't ask)
Eggs for dressing boiling
Veggies for dressing chopped
Macaroni for macaroni & cheese boiling
I have also:
Missed an onion and chopped into left sculptured thumb nail
Cried, maybe because of the loss of the manicured nail but probably because of the onions
Knocked a bottle of seasoning out of the cabinet which fell directly into my banana cream pie (see below reference to pie) which, in turn, flipped the fork up into the air to land in the middle of the stove, barely missing the pot of boiling eggs (see above reference to eggs) and splattering whipped cream all over the creation
Melted corner off my thick plastic cutting board on the spaghetti pot
I have not:
Washed my make up off
Brushed out my hair
Yet to do:
Maybe throw up because the piece of banana cream pie I ate for dinner is making me ill.
I'll check in again later