Today was the unit Christmas party and I had volunteered to cook a turkey. I decided to use AWTM’s advice on how to cook a turkey. It was painless and turned out wonderfully. Thank You! I have not a shred of turkey left. It’s a good thing I saved the neck or my dogs wouldn’t have gotten a bite after drooling in my kitchen all afternoon.
Santa came to the party, of course. And in true style, he roared up on a Harley. It was priceless. Almost as priceless as this:
Yes, that is my very own dutchkid and her darling daddy, she howled from the moment we even suggested she might go near Santa. Please excuse the rotten photo quality, in true absent-minded mama style I forgot my camera. Poor traumatized baby. Good thing I chose a different picture for the Christmas cards this year. All in all, it was good fun, but I am beat!
