There I was, being all productive. I had prepared my Kroger Clicklist the night before, and I was going to pick it up between dropping my children off for their different schools. (If you haven't used Kroger Clicklist...game...changer! you totally need to try it at least once.) I digress. I had picked up my order and I thought I had time to get some Chickfila for my son and husband as a surprise for breakfast. Apparently everyone else in town had the same thought because therein my time crunch problem was born. I got home. I had to change my clothes, unload the groceries, and take my son to school all in about 10 min, and we live 7 min away from school.
Everything was going smoothly until....I dropped the frozen turkey square on my foot. Now, I have on boots so I don't think I am mortally wounded but I am most definitely in pain. My son seeing the look on my face said What is wrong with you? I explained and with his typical dead pan humor he made my day. He said....
Well, you know what they say...It's not Thanksgiving until someone drops a frozen turkey on their foot.
No one says that.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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