As I often mention, I hate all domestic chores and spend considerable effort avoiding them.
In fact, the amount of energy I devote to dodging household tasks easily surpasses what it would take to just git ‘er done.
But that’s my problem.
This week is going to be tricky, because our dear friends are coming to spend Thanksgiving with us. If it was just us, I’d either: 1) Finagle an invite somewhere else and show up with wine in hand, 2) Make a new tradition where we spare the bird and eat take-out pizza instead.
But these friends are very special and I want to do up the holiday with a Martha Stewart (lite) spin.
Seriously, how good do these look?
P.S. Without hyperbole, I can state that our local grocery store is currently the most hateful place in the universe. Last minute shoppers are vicious!