Happy Almost Turkey Day!
We were planning to go to my brother's for Thanksgiving, which meant we made the four-hours-one-way trek to my aunt's house in Eastern Oregon for a family dinner last Saturday and the four-hours-one-way trek to Cary's grandmother's in Southern Oregon the Saturday before that.
Tomorrow would have finished our series of road trips (luckily my brother's house is less than an hour away), but then yesterday afternoon, my brother called to disinvite us. Apparently he has strep throat AND the flu AND pneumonia. Gees, kid. If you didn't want us to come over, you could have just said so; you didn't have to get so elaborate!
So yesterday I drove over to Costco and fought the mob to get a mini-turkey &mdash also known as a rotisserie chicken &mdash and, even more important, a pumpkin pie. Sure, I could have baked my own, but why bother when Costco's costs the same as the ingredients, if not less? Plus then we would have had two pies.
Huh. I phrased that like it's a bad thing, didn't I?
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