Thanksgiving was a total success. All the kids came from out west. I was completely organized. I had lists and timelines, which I followed meticulously. The turkey was delicious, the stuffing superb, the Pumpkin Pie and Whipped Cream didn't last more than one day! Everything was perfect...
...until...after the feast.
Everyone lent a helping hand. Clean-up went smoothly, in a timely fashion. That's when it happened. A two cup bowl of turkey grease fell down my front. The bib apron I was wearing took most of it, but the skirt of my brand new dress was longer than the apron. Thankfully I had ditched my high heels hours before. Squeals and shrieks amid the laughter and tears. What a colossal mess! The apron and stockings went into the trash with the paper towels. The dress went for professional attention.
And so, I needed a new apron. Maybe three, just in case.
When I broke my toe running bare foot, Dad asked me, in a very condescending tone, "Why don't you be more careful when you know you are so sloppy?" It has become the go-to-line for every similar event.
...until...after the feast.
Everyone lent a helping hand. Clean-up went smoothly, in a timely fashion. That's when it happened. A two cup bowl of turkey grease fell down my front. The bib apron I was wearing took most of it, but the skirt of my brand new dress was longer than the apron. Thankfully I had ditched my high heels hours before. Squeals and shrieks amid the laughter and tears. What a colossal mess! The apron and stockings went into the trash with the paper towels. The dress went for professional attention.
And so, I needed a new apron. Maybe three, just in case.
When I broke my toe running bare foot, Dad asked me, in a very condescending tone, "Why don't you be more careful when you know you are so sloppy?" It has become the go-to-line for every similar event.
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