I’m a non-believer, except for Santa, whom I have been following on NORAD. (As I post this link, he’s in a city I have visited. I hope to do more traveling in the future — I don’t want to wait until I’m a little old lady like my mom.)
ANYWAYS: The electricity went out briefly and after the refrigerator scare of Wednesday, I worried over the little fridge which now holds the freaking bird I roasted today. I even watched a freaking Jamie Oliver video, hoping for help about carving this damn bird he vaguely told me how to make to little avail.
I wanted the greatest Christmas turkey ever. Perhaps I should have googled Ramsey.
I’m ok with vague while cooking and Oliver is that. BUT how do I carve this bird with stuffing under the skin? And will it kill my family if I do?
ANSWERS I demand!!!1!11!1!!1!
There are none.
So. Tomorrow will either be a nice dinner or an unintentional mass suicide.
Pre-emptably, I leave the outside kittens to Michael Berry, Dora to Roberto, and let Tammy and Murphy roam free in the neighborhood. Cisco and Caroline will eat what is left.
I hate Christmas.
It’s all about money and who gives who what crap. Last year, I gave my sister a computer. It took her almost a year to even plug it in. Seriously. At least the bitching about email stopped. She had the solution in front of her.
Tomorrow will be yet another day that I gratefully play my part: the worst person in the world to my sister, alternately the hero or clown depending on the turkey, and some time funny person to my nieces. My brother and sister-in-law, as well as my mom, just try to dodge the hate coming from my sister. I’m ok with this.
Sunday, I’m back in the garden and front yard, working hard and planting cabbage and lettuce. Monday, I start the fruit tree beds.
Live through tomorrow.