2003-12-01 - 11:26 p.m.
Jeremy's parents and I almost died for Thanksgiving.
It was the turkey's fault. It kept not being done, so it stayed in the gas-run oven. The meal was divided into courses...the "bread" course was first, followed by the "vegetable casserole" course. In the middle of the "potatoes and stuffing" course we realized we all felt dizzy, nauseous, and tired. Wondering if the oven was to blame, we opened all the doors and windows. A few minutes later we were fine. We ended up eating chicken. And we lived. We then watched "The Santa Clause" and it's sequel. Jeremy's dad deemed it "the worst meal ever made" and we ate pie. I have to say, I like my Thanksgiving dinner with a side of danger!
I've worked every day since then. I'm tired and hate the mall. I'm working a half day Wednesday then I have the rest of the week off. I'm going to try to decorate for Christmas. We don't have the room or the funds for a tree, so I'm going to do some decorative light work. And perhaps clean a bit.
A week from tomorrow I'll be 25. Good lord.
Alrighty! Egg nog time! Later.
