Yesterday I bravely ventured out in search of groceries. It was about 3 in the afternoon, which I figured was perfect. People still work in this country, right? And work hours usually go from 8-5, right? So I had a good two hours before it started getting busy, RIGHT?!
So, so wrong. Apparently everyone and their grandma was out yesterday, swarming all over Wal-Mart and buying their Thanksgiving groceries. Snap! I even went to the Wal-Mart in Missouri (their taxes are lower, so I get more of a discount on our card) and it was STILL swarming. Where do all these people come from?! Wait, don’t tell me that.
Anyway, it took three hours, six panic attacks, two major cart gridlocks, and one trip back to the store for stuff I forgot, but our shopping is DONE for the week. I am never leaving my house again.
This will be Nate and my first Thanksgiving together as wedfolk. We went to my grandma’s last year, but this year we will be staying here (obviously). We were invited to our home teacher’s house, but…awkward! Plus, I have no guarantee that I won’t be throwing up on Thursday, so I don’t really want to risk it.
We will be eating rosemary duck (because I hate turkey), herbed mashed potatoes, homemade stuffing, and mostly homemade pumpkin pie. If it doesn’t turn out, I’m going to Wendy’s.
Also yesterday, I threw up white foam. Apparently I am rabid. FEAR ME.
