I want to call it a bit of mental retardation. Whatever it is, my family is having Thanksgiving dinner tonight. That means I’m cooking the damn bird today. So there it is soaking in all of the salt to keep it moist. And we know how much women love that word “moist”.
It’s not mental retardation, really. My uncle and aunt who normally host our family get-togethers want to take a roadtrip, so here we are.
And leaves a big question: what am I going to do tomorrow? Well, there is football and family. My aunt is visiting from Dallas so I have that. But the question is what I’m going to make for dinner. I don’t know.
So this is going to be a little weird.