Black Friday came a day early to Doc’s house. I’m not talking about the kind of Black Friday where you get up in the middle of the night and then wait in a five hour line to score a flat screen at Walmart. I am talking about the gloom and doom kind of Black Friday where all heck breaks loose.
The family read the blog about the dropped turkey and they were not happy. Drilling Doc like a bunch of CIA operatives, they tried to get to the nighty gritty of the meal preparation. I was startled by their reaction. How could anyone get that out of sorts over a dirty turkey? I eat nasty stuff all the time and enjoy it. Well finally Doc’s ninety one year old Aunt Pat came to her defense saying ” now everyone just hush up, a few germs never hurt anyone and they help to strengthen the immune system.” I guess she would know.
Before long, they all calmed down and started eating. For all their complaining, they skinned that turkey to the bone, ate all the sides and pie for dessert. It’s amazing how good food makes you forget about your troubles. I do hope Doc learned a lesson though. Like her grandpa use to tell her when he caught her in a lie ” Oh what a tangled web we weave when at first we practice to deceive.”