Jeebus H. Christos. The STBE decided we'd have one last Thanksgiving together,

[crim son]

and he'd make the turkey. I called him this morning to talk about when I should bring the kids over, etc. and he informed me that he "didn't realize the turkey had to be defrosted" before cooking, "But don't worry, I'm defrosting it now and it'll be ready to cook by noon." Uh huh. I just hung up the phone: he wants to know which end should be stuffed, and should he be concerned that the inside of the turkey is still frozen. Also, which is the liver: the dark stuff or the light stuff in the paper packet he found in the bird's breast cavity.

*sigh*

Before I married, I loved Thanksgiving. Since I married, it's been an adventure in social awkwardness and bad food. I thought I could escape it this year BUT NO... he opted to stay here and do the holiday himself i.e. he makes the turkey and I do everything else. No turkey this year, kids!

End rant. I freaking hate Thanksgiving and this will be the last year of this bullshit. Next year I'm on MY OWN!

Happy Thanksgiving, Dear DUers. :hi: :grouphug: