Well, in the vein of Matt Book's "we got the flu for thanksgiving" tale, here's a play by play...
12:30 a.m. - 3:30 a.n. Slept occasionally while darling neice Dora (age 21 months) vocalized her displeasure about her sleeping arrangements. Felt badly for her mom and dad. Been there.
7:30 a.m. awoke to knowledge that I was already behind...must...stuff...turkey....
8:00 a.m. Stuffing made, bird stuffed, put in oven. What's for breakfast? Cheescake, carrot cake, or chex mix?
8:15 a.m. Sis uses last paper towel in the house.
11:30 a.m. Peel potatoes.
11:35 a.m. Potato peels clog disposal, resulting in dishwasher water backing up.
11:40 a.m. Take pipes apart looking for clog. ALL the dishwasher drain-water comes flying out.
11:41 a.m. Realize the only towels in this house (that we don't own btw) are crisp, fluffy, gleaming white. Can't bring myself to use them to sop up mess.
11:45 a.m. Brother in law Ron to the store to get draino while hubby googles disposal troubleshooting. Sister tries to get exhausted baby to sleep in the next room.
11:46 a.m. Water shoots out of the trap in the attic, resulting in water dripping down from the ceiling on Sister putting baby to bed. Did I mention we just stay in the house?
11:48 a.m. Lose my head, running through the house shrieking "We broke the house! We broke the house!"
11:49 a.m Run across yard, over gravel driveway in socks (did I mention that my ankle is sprained?), pound on neighbors' door in polite gesture (since I already know she isn't home), then steal her ladder from side of house.
11:52 a.m. Hubby and I shimmy up ladder to attic while Sister keeps four small kids from climbing up after us.
11:55 a.m. Realize that leak is over, no broken pipes and not sure after all if we can put 2 extra bedrooms up here, so maybe we shouldn't buy the house afterall? But then again, we did just wreck the place, so maybe we should? Contemplate other housing situations and squarefootage vs. price and location....Realize afresh we have nothing to sop up water....
12:05 p.m. Resume preparation of feast awaiting Draino and paper towels.
12:35 p.m. Draino, paper towels and bananas appear. Mess cleaned up. Fixin's prepped.
1:30 p.m. Turkey appears from oven looking like scene from Norman Rockwell illustration.
2:00 p.m. Express thanks while emptying plates full of real good stuff (except the gravy)
2:30 p.m. Triptofan and wine kick in.
3:00 p.m. Attempt to eat pie, cake, cheesecake. So drowsy.
6:00 p.m. Babies begin to fall asleep.
7:30 p.m. Babies in beds.
8:00 p.m. Break out the chex mix.
9:00 p.m. Say we should go to bed while exchanging stories about broken bones.
10:30 p.m. Actually go to bed. Pick up article I almost finished.
11:00 p.m. Begin drooling on Rolling Stone's article on Bono.
11:15 p.m. Lights out.
5 comments:
Nothing more than a typical day at the Ryerses. Aint life FUN!
Poopsie
Have we ever had a non-eventful thanksgiving....from "somebody's" ex-husband and his second wife getting invited, to meeting Matt the first time, from watching the old movies last year to when we clogged the disposal with potato peels in foxboro....something interesting always happens!
BTW, my sister Courtney is a pastry chef, so we have an entire dessert for each of us!
Sounds like you need to find another solution for the potato peels than the disposal . . .
either that, or we need the directions. Apparently you're not supposed to put ALL of them in at the same time : )
hfcvosk: the sound of draino working its magic
bet you wished that brian was there to fix everything. Life is good being brian's wife. Have problem he will fix it. Brian says you should use the peels in the potatoes. Just wash the skin and cut the bad parts out.
Miss ya
Post a Comment