looked at my fubar page staring at me (ok...so i'm a true online junkie...i never turn off my pooter or my yahoo...and i'm always logged in to fubar..hehehe) and i have a nasty message from a "friend" who seems to have forgotten that i had to work 12 hrs yesterday...the same "friend" who told me off and accused me of using him becuz i didn't answer his texts yesterday (i might note here...i answered NO ONES texts yesterday since i didn't have time to be texting and try to get done with my job so i could actually spend time with my family...as a matter of fact...i never opened my phone until 7 pm last nite and had a LIST OF MISSED EVENTS!)
so anyway...i open my msgs on fubar this morning...and lo and behold! here sits a nasty msg from the same "friend"...needless to say my thanksgiving day is starting to go downhill and i've only been out of bed for half an hour
then i decided i better get my pumpkin pies made and realize no pie pans! (ok i'm the type that usually buys pre made pies but i was feeling ambitious this year...mistake!) anyway i decide ok i can use the broiler pan...it will hold two pie mixes...well...i mix it up and after its too late discover when i go to throw the milk cans away that they are evaporated not sweet condensed...hmmmm...then about the time i go to take it out of the oven...duh! i forgot to put the eggs in...so i have now created a big pan of non-sweetened cooked pumpkin that i doubt the dog will even want to eat! LMAO!!!!
then i'm putting the turkey in the pan and realize...no tin foil...well not enuf to cover up his naked little ass anyway...thank god the roasting pan has a cover...hehehe
i'm thinking that i may have to take an emergency trip to wal-mart (god bless wally world!) which is the last thing i want to do what with all the damn thanksgiving day sales going on...but you can't have thanksgiving without pumpkin pie right? and not tinfoil means all the casseroles are going to die a premature dried out death in the oven...soooooo
i guess i be heading to wally world soon...and i pray like hell i don't get trampled by some crazed gramma who has to get the last limited edition reunion cd of the beach boys for her over the hill grand daughter who can't live without THAT beneath her xmas tree on xmas morning!