Still no word from the doctor -- is that good or bad? I'm trying not to analyze it to death.
Thanksgiving was a smashing success, which I'm still a little surprised to be saying. Remember me? The girl who hates Thanksgiving? I know, I know.
Our Packers were on at 9:30am, during which we prepped the turkey and got it in the oven. I'm embarrassed to tell you that this was my first time EVER getting a turkey ready for stuffing. I cleaned it, pulled out the goodies and salted it. I should be too ashamed to tell you that, but it's true. In 36 years, I think it's safe to say this was the first time I was actually a help to my mother in the kitchen. (On Thanksgiving, that is.)
While the Packers literally kicked the Lions' butts, I got a lot of help from Noelle with the peeling of potatoes and buttering of the cooking turkey. It's looking good that she'll be a better daughter than me in the years to come.
After the Packers proved themselves to be the greatest team ever, once again, I threw together the green bean casserole with onions that a million people have made before me but I never have. Remember, I'm a hater.
When the meal was ready we all settled into my dining room -- Noelle with sparkling cider and Charlie with chocolate milk -- and feasted on the most delicious Thanksgiving dinner in the history of the world.
Okay, maybe not, but how about in the history of my 36 years? Maybe it's because I cooked more of the meal than I ever have. Maybe it's because I'm appreciating having my mom around more than ever. Or maybe I just finally grew up and got over myself. Whatever the reason, I'm happy. And I'll take happy over grumpy any day of the week.