in case you were under the impression that this was the greatest thanksgiving ever.

things i asked out loud 

while cooking my first 

thanksgiving dinner by myself

{like without sean bc the 

black plague hit him}:

1. how long does it take? the turkey. {max said "ask siri"}
   
2. where’s the tie thing for the bag? i don’t see it in the box. 
3. where’s the baby? {found him in the flour bag in the pantry}
   
   
   
     he offends easily. of course i told him it was all my fault, and cuddled him while he gasped for breathe for the next 15 minutes sobbing on my shoulder. this baby makes me melt. we are doomed.
   
   
   
      
4. how do i get the wings under the turkey? {watched a youtube video. way overthought that one.}
5. when does the stuffing go in the bird? am i supposed to cook it with it? {called mom}.
6. does the neck come out? boy…that looks like a...turkey neck.
   
7. am i supposed to follow the recipe online, the oven bag one, or the stove top stuffing one? i’m doing all three, and i don’t know which one to follow. i feel like there should be one with everyone combining themselves together for the big day. 
   
8. where are the giblets? i don’t think my turkey has any? are they supposed to be with the neck? they’re not with the neck.
9. i found the giblets.
10. they were in the butt. i texted my mom to let her know.

 

{let's be honest. 

i show up for thanksgiving mostly for the baked brie. 

everything else plays second fiddle.}

 in case you were under the impression that this was the greatest thanksgiving ever,

i thought i'd let you know that sean was sick the entire day, and rallied for dinner to help carve.

dean barfed in the beginning, and maybe that night again too?

i can't really remember anymore.

i was exhausted from being sick the entire two days before.

oceans of puke like you've never witnessed before from this gibson house of chaos.

me included.

and then my sweet mother who came to help us all messaged me today saying she's now barfing and is achy all over too.

stay away everyone!

STAY AWAY!
please note: at least one gibson has barfed every single day in this house for the last 15 days.
that's got to be some kind of record somewhere.
just when you think someone is in the clear,
they have a mystery puke pop up!
or a poop. it's not pretty.

also chase broke a wine glass INTO my sweet potato dish i had just finished and had ready to go into the oven, so i had to dump them all and start again bc heaven knows we didn't need to add glass cutting our intestines from the inside out to this week.

nevertheless, the turkey was amazing, and the gravy was like nothing i'd ever tasted before.

must have been the double salts.

P.S.

i stretched the skin bc dad's text came too late before my hands got to rubbing.

it was probably my favorite part of stuffing that bird.

OH THE STUFFING.

it was soooo good.

and we really are very very blessed.

THE END.