The turkey is in the house
20 minutes ago Dave came home with the Thanksgiving turkey. It was looking a little grim there for a while. In typical Jenn fashion, I decided this year we'd plunk down a nice chunk of change for an organic and, *bonus*, local turkey. Going that route would require that I pick up a phone, talk to someone about reserving a bird, maybe plan a little. So instead I randomly thought "I need to do something about that." over the course of the last four weeks which brings us up to yesterday when I thought "Too late, better head to the grocery store." So I went last night and before having a mild panic attack that had nothing to do whatsoever with the state of the turkey selection (I wish I was kidding), I discovered that of the nine turkeys they had, only one was even close to twenty pounds and it was injected with a who-knows-what's-in-it flavoring solution. I left the store with only half of my list crossed off, partly because I thought perhaps there'd be some shelf-stocking going on while everyone else was asleep, and partly because I just needed to get out of there.
This morning Holly and I headed back and what do you know, there were the same nine turkeys. I got the rest of the stuff that I could. (From what I could tell, they were completely sold out of butternut squash. And jelly beans. Wow.) I sent Dave an email half in a panic because not only did they not have a suitably sized turkey but they were out of the Jimmy Dean sausage I need to make my Mom and Dad's stuffing recipe, which is an all important, can't live without it, part of the meal as far as I'm concerned. So while I put the kids to bed this evening because by this point I'd be good gosh-darned if I was going to set foot in another grocery store (Did I mention how I knocked over a cookie display with my cart and unwittingly crashed the 15 items or less line with a lot more than 15 items? Granted it was a temporary express lane without the usual signage, but still. I'm now one of *those* people.), Dave headed out to the wilds of nine miles south of here and saved the day. He had to go to two places, but eventually he succeeded. Whew. Catastrophe avoided. The parade may go on as planned. Bring on the Rockettes.