If I fall into the refrigerated case trying to reach a turkey somebody call for help

Holly {Artist Mother Teacher} — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 01:48:47 +0000

So this is what I’ve become. Once the poster child of having things ready ahead of schedule, I’m now the woman that waits until two days before Thanksgiving to do all the grocery shopping for a major meal. A meal that she is hosting complete with a bird big enough for 10 (which is around 16 pounds according to my dad).

I must be insane.

How is it that I’m just now digging out the recipes I need for Thursday so I can compile a grocery list? Why am I making my grocery list on a Monday night? Worse yet, why am I planning on going to the grocery store Tuesday morning before JQ leaves for school?

Am I crazy? What if there is no bird big enough for 10 when I get to the store tomorrow? What if the celery, Idahos, and sweet potatoes are wilted or full of sprouted eyes judging me for waiting so long? How can a vegetable even do that?

The last thing I want to be doing tomorrow is running all over Toledo, Ohio from grocery store to grocery store accumulating the stuff I need for a successful dinner on Thursday. That would suck the life right out of me. I’ve had enough of that over the last four days.

Which is precisely why I’m waiting until two days before Thanksgiving to do all my grocery shopping. Being sick killed all my plans of going to the store for the past three days. No, really. So now I’m off to sort through coupons and compile my giant list.

I better make sure wine is on there.

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If I fall into the refrigerated case trying to reach a turkey somebody call for help