Well, here I sit… nothing better to do.  Yeah, right!  Thanksgiving Day and Kes is slaving away in the kitchen while I sit in my bedroom worming out a post!  Heh heh, evil genius that I am.

To be perfectly fair I was up early getting stuff going and done and when she got up she went immediately over to The Boyfriend’s house for a little bit to help HIM with some things he was preparing for his family.  I am kinda beaming with pride about that.  Not her helping him, (that’s a given), but him doing a ham and getting the turkey started.  He came back over here a few minutes ago to borrow a pan.  Makes me just SMILE.

I guess you’d have to see him to understand how strange it seems for him to do anything this domestic.  He’s 6’2″ 280lbs of aaaaall muscle.  He played football when he was in high school and still has the build.

Funny looking with a pot holder and spatula.   I should try to get him in an apron and get a picture.

Anyway, the countdown has begun and John’s family is about to descend on us here in a few hours.  This year I delegated.  But I was careful!  In recent years the nephew and his girlfriend wanted to do the turkey and I was just going to do a ham.  They showed up with a bird that still made “gobble gobble” noises when poked.  I think they said something like, “Oh we cooked it a looooong time!  Almost two hours!”  Woo-hoo! :-)

And then there was the time one of the nieces said she’d do the mashed potatoes.  I thought that’s simple, no recipe required, right?  She showed up with a pot of the potatoes and said she just drained them and was going to mash them here.  I took off the lid and she had peeled and boiled 7 or 8 baking potatoes.  WHOLE.  I kid you not.  Sure enough, when I cut into one it was a tad crunchy about an inch and a half in.  A tad, hell, it was raw.  I didn’t say anything, just got the hot water on them and put them back on to boil, but, who ever heard of boiling whole potatoes to make mashed potatoes?  Strange family.

Now, just sit back and watch.  I have stepped out on a limb and said that dumb shit and about half my readers, (yes, both of you), are going to respond and say that they have always made mashed potatoes that way and I’m crazy.  Not to mention, offensive.

I’m Sorry.

Switching gears here, I got the glass in my front door fixed and I am soooo excited to have it done!  After thanksgiving I am going to paint it!  Yes! Yes I am!

Here are pictures to further illustrate the point that it is indeed fixed and it looks really good now!

Here the lady that is going to fix it and her husband has removed the glass and they are outside… doing something.  Not sure what at this point.  You can see the molding that was holding it in over in the corner.

Here they are tracing around the glass on a piece of plywood to cut out and tack up so the possums don’t come in and live with us over night.

God bless ‘um.

And yes, here is the lovely piece of plywood with a horde of angry possums petitioning to get in on the other side of the door.  Trust me.

Here is the finished product the next day when she brought it back and put it back in with fresh caulk.

And, (Yes, it’s the same door.  I don’t know why it looks so light colored.  I guess my flash was too bright.), here we have a close up of the bottom where all the broken pieces were.  Lovely, huh?

Now.  I want everybody to have a wonderful Thanksgiving.  Even though I have bitched a lot, I do, in fact, realize that this entire household has tons to be thankful for.  I know I sure do!