There was a little miscalculation in my Thanksgiving dinner prep, and I found out that in order to have the meal fully ready by 7pm tomorrow, I don’t have to start cooking tonight. I have to start at 8am. Woo hoo! I was kind of not looking forward to starting the turkey tonight.
I had a little bit of frustration tonight. I lost my good pen down behind the bed. That wouldn’t have been so bad except there’s a ton of dust back there, the bed doesn’t move; it’s a 2000 lb solid wood and water bed, and the mop board is a good 2″ above the floor, where the room once had a carpeted floor, and I thought my pen was under the mop board. I’d made the bed and I had to practically tear it apart and swipe the floor with the broom three times before my pen shot out from there and landed somewhere under my desk.
Note to self: Never, ever do any writing before passing out. I did, however, find the FF button to the TV/VCR remote and I glued it back on. Go me! My man is parked on the bed right now, watching Family Guy with Chloe, so I guess he didn’t see the wrinkles in the quilt.
I pulled more wood out of my foot yesterday. It’s pretty infected. I made a comment to my husband that if I can pull enough wood and glass out of my foot, we can make a new cabinet. Ok, that’s not funny. But it motivated him to sweep the floor in front of the fridge, where three light bulbs and the huge sheet of glass that once sat on my grandmother’s desk shattered this past week.
I need to get my butt in bed. My brother is coming in from Texas tomorrow, and there’s going to be seven babies and toddlers for me to care for while making dinner for this huge family. Think warm thoughts for me!