Phew!

I have spent all day cooking and cleaning. I may say "fuck it" to changing our bedsheets and putting away the clean laundry.

But, pecan pie bars are fully chilled and cut into squares. Apple pie bars are trimmed and squared and plated. Pumpkin pie has baked, cooled, and is chilling in the fridge. I have made sinfully delicious garlic mashed potatoes (roasted garlic) that have been cooled, topped with pats of butter, and now await baking in the oven to finish off. Cranberries have been made, sweet-tart on the tongue, and are also chilling.

All that's left is to make stuffing, stuff the bird, slather the bird in butter, roast the bird, make green bean casserole, and make rolls and gravy.

And scrub the toilet.

And clean the kitchen table and set the table - which means finding the fall placemats that Bobby's mom gave us. If she comes and doesn't see them I'll have to listen to that lecture. *sighs* I know that I'm already going to get the "why do you cook your turkey that way" lecture. She cooks hers in a giant pot until it falls apart into a shredded, oily, tasteless mass and adds salt, and wants to know why I roast mine because "it will get dry". Even though every time she's had my turkey she's surprised at how moist it is.

I have never yet had a dry turkey, and I don't intend to start now!!!!

*flops*

Oh, and...have an amusing conversation from the hubby:

Me: (moaning and bewailing that I never get to play with my sister anymore) My sister never has time for me, or WoW, anymore. She's too busy have a sosh-ee-al life.
Bobby: *in a rather dark tone* Ppbth. Social life. When all her friends are dead, she'll be back.