I Survived Thanksgiving

There were a few moments when I thought I wouldn't make it.

Such as:

• Sticking my hand inside of a chicken - disturbing
  
• Finding out that the innards of the chicken were not packaged in nice neat plastic bags - ick!
  
• Picking the chicken up by the wings and discovering that if felt like picking up a person - creepy
  
• Gravy, how you hate me
• Dishes, how I hate you
• Pumpkin pie. I followed the damn recipe, why did you taste horrible?!

Some of the funnest parts?

• Kisa licked a hole in the meringue of the butterscotch pie.
  
• I placed a towel over both the butterscotch and pumpkin pie.
  
• Kisa stepped in the butterscotch pie and tried to lick it through the towel.
  
• She saw me coming, panicked and ran through not one but two pies.
  
• Much laughing ensued.

Not bad for hosting my first Thanksgiving. I'm proud to say that I cooked all the food minus the broccoli casserole and sweet potatoes and the only thing that didn't turn out right was the pumpkin pie. Even the gravy turned out good (only after I washed my hands of the whole thing and walked away did it thicken up).

Go me!