I called my mom on the way to work this morning to see how her Thanksgiving prep was going. The following conversation ensued:
Me: "How's the cooking going?"
Her: "Not good. The turkey has some sort of metal rod in it holding it together and I can't get it out.
Me: "That's really gross."
Her: "I know. Hey, do you think you could stop by before work and try to break the neck so I can get the rod out?"
Me: Screaming
Then I hang up.
Happy Thanksgiving
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