Time for friend night again. This time we were the hosts, and as such had to plan out dinner and an activity. I wish I had a picture of dinner.
Dewy's work gave us a big turkey for Thanksgiving, and since there was no way in heaven we would be able to finish it ourselves, I decided to cook 'er up for friend night. Thanks to everyone for helping me clear out my freezer. Anyway, I pulled it out to thaw a few days before I needed to have it ready. Called up mom (duh) to find out how to cook the sucker, and she proceeded to tell me I needed to "clean out the bird by pulling the baggies out of his neck and butt." I'm sorry what!? Why did no one warn me about this? I was basically gagging the second I tore off the wrapping. I COULD SEE THE BIRD'S NAILS!!!! His (is any one else grossed out by me calling it a he instead of it???) feet were boud tight, as is normal I'm told, and right there ready to be painted cranberry red were his freaking talon/nail/things. Sick sick sick. Then came the search for the baggies. Am I seriously supposed to stick my head up his rear? Cue phone call to mom. ME: "MOM COME DO THIS FOR ME!"
MOM: Ha, No.
ME: Please mom?? Its disgusting!
MOM: You can do it. Be a big girl. Don't forget to rub it down with butter. Bye
ME: Curse.
You should all be proud to know that I conquered that bird--nails and all--and I will NEVER cook one again unless someone does all that crap for me. Sick. Now to the fun stuff.
Friends showed up and dinner turned out great--thanks for bringing stuff friends. After dinner we proceeded to make gingerbread houses. Oh boy. The only reason I picked this activity is because my mom has wood pieces that we use to make gingerbread houses every year, so I wouldn't have to buy anything except candy. Too bad we couldn't find the dumb things... Nikki and Anthony, and Haulee and Shane made legit gingerbread houses while Dewy and I fumbled to use the frosting I made that wasn't working to hold together pieces of gram crackers.
Wow Amber. Wow. It was hilarious. Friend night was fun, and I can't wait to see what Nikki and Anthony have in store for us next month!
Dewy's work gave us a big turkey for Thanksgiving, and since there was no way in heaven we would be able to finish it ourselves, I decided to cook 'er up for friend night. Thanks to everyone for helping me clear out my freezer. Anyway, I pulled it out to thaw a few days before I needed to have it ready. Called up mom (duh) to find out how to cook the sucker, and she proceeded to tell me I needed to "clean out the bird by pulling the baggies out of his neck and butt." I'm sorry what!? Why did no one warn me about this? I was basically gagging the second I tore off the wrapping. I COULD SEE THE BIRD'S NAILS!!!! His (is any one else grossed out by me calling it a he instead of it???) feet were boud tight, as is normal I'm told, and right there ready to be painted cranberry red were his freaking talon/nail/things. Sick sick sick. Then came the search for the baggies. Am I seriously supposed to stick my head up his rear? Cue phone call to mom. ME: "MOM COME DO THIS FOR ME!"
MOM: Ha, No.
ME: Please mom?? Its disgusting!
MOM: You can do it. Be a big girl. Don't forget to rub it down with butter. Bye
ME: Curse.
You should all be proud to know that I conquered that bird--nails and all--and I will NEVER cook one again unless someone does all that crap for me. Sick. Now to the fun stuff.
Friends showed up and dinner turned out great--thanks for bringing stuff friends. After dinner we proceeded to make gingerbread houses. Oh boy. The only reason I picked this activity is because my mom has wood pieces that we use to make gingerbread houses every year, so I wouldn't have to buy anything except candy. Too bad we couldn't find the dumb things... Nikki and Anthony, and Haulee and Shane made legit gingerbread houses while Dewy and I fumbled to use the frosting I made that wasn't working to hold together pieces of gram crackers.
Wow Amber. Wow. It was hilarious. Friend night was fun, and I can't wait to see what Nikki and Anthony have in store for us next month!
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