Thanksgiving Dinner Preparation Gone Bad.

The following story actually happened in my kitchen with my son, who was much shorter at the time, topping out now at 6 foot 4 inches and over 250, he doesn't even fit in my sisters house anymore, knocking into chairs and walls. Back to the kitchen and the thanksgiving dinner, I had earlier in the day opened the chicken broth for the stuffing and threw it in the trash, not giving it a second thought, which was a mistake, you should always think of those opened can's in the trash.

With all the going's on of the Turkinator filled morning, what was I thinking of having a 30 pound turkey, that I took out of the freezer four days prior, and he never thawed. Carting the turkinator to my mothers house earlier the evening before, so it could thaw him in her sink with out the help of my cats licking it thaw. I rushed home with Turkinator and got the stuffing in the bird, who ever thought of.., lets stuff the insides of a bird with bread crumbs and cook it, let alone and eat it, but anywho.. cleaning up the tidal wave of bread crumbs and celery, DON'T forget whats in the TRASH.. never occured to me.

Yeah, you could say ouch, as I crammed the garbage down with my hand, it was as if a bolt of bread crusted lighting shot through the palm of my hand. As I jumped, the blood began to flow, blood everywhere, (not on the turkinator though) all over the floor and my hands as I stood for seconds thinking, what a dumb*$$, my sweet little boy walks in the kitchen, to the blood all over, and my pale face from the loss there of, and looks at me, looks at my hand, and I thought, we are going to have a profound moment here, he is going to help me..my little boy is coming to my rescue!

What rolls out of the offsprings lips... "I'm hungry - can I have something to eat?" As they say, out of the mouths of babes.