Thursday was the first time since living here in our home on our own that I have made Thanksgiving dinner myself. Before that, I'd never made a turkey..EVER! Last year, I attempted to do it myself. My sister in law and her husband came over so he could show me what to do. I got all excited. He cut open the turkey bag, took the turkey out to start rinsing it off. I took one look at the turkey draining into our sink, and started to bawl. Did I mention I was pregnant during this? Well, I was. For some reason, during both pregnancies, I've had a soft spot for animals. I cried like a baby whenever those Humane Society commercials with all the sad pets came on. I lost it during my pregnancy with Ethan during a couple of scenes in Eight Legged Freaks. During my pregnancy with Claire, it was animals and children. I can't bring myself to watch The Mist ever again. If you haven't seen it, you're lucky. If you have, you know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, I got up and started prepping everything. I rinsed the turkey and got it in the roaster. I peeled and cut all the potatoes so I would not have to worry about it later. Everyone started to arrive at about 11:45, and we had dinner close to 1PM. It was great. Three minor things I did wrong..1) I totally forgot to make the stuffing..Oops. 2) I left the rolls in the oven a smidgen too long, and they were extra brown..But not black. 3) I forgot to take the giblets bag out of the turkey. In my defense though, that thing was stuffed way down in there, and I did not see it AT ALL!! Anyways, everyone enjoyed their meal, I got lots of compliments, and I felt pretty damn good about the whole thing.
After everyone left, I set up and let Ethan decorate the Christmas tree. He was very excited. Now all I have to do is wrap some gifts and get them under the tree. I am not excited. I hate wrapping presents.
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