When we originally talked about it, I was pretty calm about the whole thing. Then it sunk in. Even though she adamantly denies it, she's a Martha. Everything comes out perfectly--everything.
First, I need to organize my cabinets. They're a little scary right now. With a couple of them... you open the door and CRASH! I know she's going to ask where the hand-mixer, straining doohickey, paring knife are, and I'm going to have to give her an answer (no, I couldn't tell you where exactly the hand-mixer is right now and I'm not sure if I even have a paring knife...). So, that's my first priority. Oh, I just realized, I guess I'll have to organize my spices/baking cabinet as well. Oh, that could get a little scary...
Then I guess I'll have to figure out how to cook a turkey. We've done breasts in the past, but not the entire bird. We're also in charge of the dressing - shouldn't be too hard, right? Cranberry sauce is on our list, too. For some reason, she gave me a strange look when I suggested that I would pop it out of the can and slice it up.
So, yes, I need help getting ready for Thanksgiving and a little courage. Thank you!