so this morning (Christmas!) my kids had finished opening their presents, and i heard a knock at my front window. i get up, look over ~ and my neighbor, a crazy old cat lady (i’m not being mean, she really is), is there. so i go out, wish her a merry christmas and good morning and she asks me to come down and help her put her turkey in the oven. “sure” i say… i told my kids i’d be right back up and start heading down, and when i’m about halfway down my stairs she starts explaining what she wants: basically, not just Put The Turkey In The Oven but clean it out and prepare it for her. (argh!)
so i let her know i’ll be right back and run up, grab my kids, and bring them down with me… of course i wasn’t going to say no at that point. they sat in her living room and watched cartoons while i got her turkey out of her fridge and cleaned it out, and stuffed it with the giblets like she wanted, and got it in the oven for her.
... i can’t stand turkey. and although i’d like to say that if i had any clue what she had wanted to begin with, i wouldn’t have done it ~ i have to honestly say i probably still would have. but the smell of turkey makes me sick now (left over from when it used to make me sick when i was pregnant), and just handling raw turkey makes me extremely nauseous. and the task wouldn’t have been so awful if 1) i hadn’t first sprayed turkey juice all over myself by accident when i was wrestling out that dumb plastic thing holding the legs, and 2) i hadn’t dropped my iPod earbud in the turkey. OMG gross (i disinfected it when i got home, thank god those things are durable).
later, i was napping and woke to another set of knocks ~ yes i had to get her turkey out of her oven for her. ha
ok honestly now that i’m done ranting i’m glad i could help make her christmas special.
Merry Christmas everyone. :)
