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My kitchen smells like Strawberry Jell-o, and maybe yours smells like pie, but maybe yours smells like Canada and you're contemplating pizza for dinner tomorrow.
I don't have much time because I promised Derrick I'd play a video game with him (don't worry I purchased some ice cream to give me strength) (although these games make me carsick so maybe it will be chocolate cookie dough chunks on my couch) (I plan on quitting before that happens).
I just wanted to say that I'm grateful for all of you. You, blog readers, which of course includes my mother, have been around to bless me for about 3 years now. When I write I think of you and hope I can slap out words that encourage you. You have encouraged me with your comments, your own blog posts, and your ridiculous videos that you post on Facebook. Thank you for talking me down when I feel like quitting on being a parent. Thank you for encouraging me when I cry hysterically around the holidays, like I did last Thanksgiving when I couldn't find the gizzard thing in the turkey and I kept having to shove my hand in the dead bird. ACK! That was stressful. One of you even took the time to send me the following video which made me laugh so hard I cried.
The point is, you are all so wonderful to me and I just wanted to say thanks. And if any of you are experiencing your first solo turkey cooking experience and start to sob uncontrollably while alone in your kitchen because you don't like searching for body parts, here's the video that gave me hope. It has very bad words, but I can't help myself. Don't watch it with your small children or medium sized children around.
Happy Thanksgiving!
(click here for the video if you are an email subscriber)
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