Who could possibly mistake this hoodie wearing, Sheriff's badge sporting, scarf adorned, pink bespectacled creature for a turkey?
Surely not I.
I must confess that I made the scarf;
I we figured that a scarf would be the best way to disguise the gnarly waddle. Am I alone in thinking that turkeys are really UGLY animals? There just really isn't anything attractive about them; unless, of course, it's piled high between two slices or bread or served doused in gravy alongside a mound of mashed potatoes and stuffing.
Mmm, I'm hungry for some Thanksgiving dinner.
It's been a busy day, although I'm not sure that I really accomplished anything. I still have a basket full of clean clothes at the top of the stairs waiting to be put away AND a dryer full of clean towels that need to be folded.
I volunteered at the school, ate lunch with the kids, remembered to feed my neighbor's cat (and fish!) and then I think I spent most of my day in the kitchen. One of Craig's co workers is leaving, so in honor of her last day, I'm making a pumpkin cake with caramel cream cheese frosting, garnished with glazed pecans. It's been quite a labor intensive cake.
Eh, that's ok. I've got nothing else of note going on in my life.
I did, however, earn $10 for the pan of butterscotch cashew bars I made for Craig's co-worker. There is nothing like a little extra money to illicit a happy response in me. The ingredients cost around $8, so I technically only made $2, but that's $2 more than I've made in a very long time. Somehow I'm quite sure that Caroline will manage a way to usurp my earnings some way or another. She's pretty good at that.
And now I know how my dad felt when I was growing up.