Last night I was busy making a double batch of macaroni and cheese (to sustain my hubby while we are gone), emptying the dishwasher and entertaining a 9 month old, when something went missing. (That happens more often than it should in a 900 square foot apartment!) I had just finish dividing up the casserole between five dishes, thinking to myself how productive I was being. Now into the freezer, which meant that the current resident had to be evicted. The 12 pound turkey had to find a new home in the fridge to defrost, the casseroles to take his place. In the time it took to arrange five casserole and console one little one I completely forgot about the bird waiting patiently to see his new home. With a new spoon and new found energy to bang, Avery was content and the mess from the mac n cheese was to be addressed next. That is when I realized I forgot to put the turkey in the fridge. Ummm...okay he is without a head and completely frozen so he didn't walk away.
"Paul Thomas, Paul Thomas"
"Heeey Maaaama"
"Paul Thomas, where is the Turkey"
"Kerkey"
"Yes, where is the Turkey?"
"Kerkey"
"Paul Thomas, where did you put the Turkey?"
"KerKey" and then crazy circles and sounds, which resembled a turkey with his head cut off.
Frustration mounting.
"PAUL THOMAS WHERE IS THE TURKEY"
At this point I stop to realize how funny this must sound.
I found it...under the high chair in the corner, still headless and frozen.
My big Turkey, taking a self portrait.
Lost and found: amoung other things, the bottom rack of the dishwasher found under the couch, cell phone in the lincoln log bin, ring in the grating under the fire place, lots and lots of coins in the door hinge.
