Happy Thanksgiving!
Oh boy, I am the cooker of the turkey this year. This morning I woke later than intended, had trouble locating the giblets, and had a hysterical conversation with Jr. Who said, "Where is the ASS?" with a rising note of hysteria in her voice. I was confused, seemed to me the turkey ass should be where the big hole is...Everyone should remain calm as giblets have been found, removed, and turkey is in oven. Oh god, just realized I forgot about gravy...shit! I think I need flour...must research how to make turkey gravy...Everyone have a fantastic holiday (including you lovely Fourth Person and you, JamieJamieJamie, my fellow Binder sufferer.)
One Day is there of the Series
One Day is there of the Series
Termed Thanksgiving Day.
Celebrated part at Table
Part in Memory.
Neither Patriarch nor Pussy
I dissect the Play
Seems it to my Hooded thinking
Reflex Holiday.
Had there been no sharp Subtraction
From the early Sum--
Not an Acre or a Caption
Where was once a Room--
Not a Mention, whose small Pebble
Wrinkled any Sea,
Unto Such, were such Assembly
'Twere Thanksgiving Day.
Emily Dickinson
Oh boy, I am the cooker of the turkey this year. This morning I woke later than intended, had trouble locating the giblets, and had a hysterical conversation with Jr. Who said, "Where is the ASS?" with a rising note of hysteria in her voice. I was confused, seemed to me the turkey ass should be where the big hole is...Everyone should remain calm as giblets have been found, removed, and turkey is in oven. Oh god, just realized I forgot about gravy...shit! I think I need flour...must research how to make turkey gravy...Everyone have a fantastic holiday (including you lovely Fourth Person and you, JamieJamieJamie, my fellow Binder sufferer.)
One Day is there of the Series
One Day is there of the Series
Termed Thanksgiving Day.
Celebrated part at Table
Part in Memory.
Neither Patriarch nor Pussy
I dissect the Play
Seems it to my Hooded thinking
Reflex Holiday.
Had there been no sharp Subtraction
From the early Sum--
Not an Acre or a Caption
Where was once a Room--
Not a Mention, whose small Pebble
Wrinkled any Sea,
Unto Such, were such Assembly
'Twere Thanksgiving Day.
Emily Dickinson
posted by MJ at 8:06 AM
5 Comments:
and backatchEW!
Happy to report Weezer's turkey tasted fine, and although the gravy looked like clear gelatin, it actually tasted fine! Nobody ate the food I brought along to supplement the turkey and stuffing, had the feeling of "Why did I bother", but had an enjoyable time drinking too much wine and watching Weezer's daughter kick everyones butt at Wii bowling. I think Weezer should take over the turkey making responsibility from here on in, I'm clearly not needed anymore...sigh.
Oh good lord, Weezer Sr. hereby abdicates all responsibility for holiday cooking...it took me hours to clean up my kitchen after the turkey/gravy making anyway. And people did eat your food ya damn baby...yummy spinach pie, delicious chocolate brownie cake and lasagna that both the boy and the velmars ate and loved.
Television personalities who look like they smell: Dyan Cannon, Benny Hill, Tori Spelling, Carol Channing and last but not least that guy who won that television gameshow Survivor, who was a car salesman named Brian. Oh yeah, today is my birthday and you haven't called yet to say happy birthday.
i am seriously like crying right now
"...Who said, "Where is the ASS?" with a rising note of hysteria in her voice."
glorious.
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