Grandpa’s coming

That is what I am hearing around here. Along with “What time will Grandpa get here?” I feel bad about it . . . not jealousy, more like a sense of throwing him to the wolves while I settle down with my Kindle.
But he seems to like it, so . . . YES!
Woo Hoo and all that.

I gets even better: Someone has taken it in her head to cook Thanksgiving dinner and so far, I am only responsible for the mashed potatoes. I am guessing Grandpa will be her sous chef. (My mouth is smiling and I didn’t even realize it until my cheeks started hurting.) This could be better than actually blowing up a frozen turkey in a deep fat cooker – one of my Mythbuster-type KABOOM dreams.

I think I will  go to the grocery store in about an hour. Then I’ll come back and announce, “Here’s your stuff, See ya.”

It may not go as smoothly as Someone thinks, but Grandpa, the sous chef, will be there to soothe tempers  . . . and I will be there with my camera.

3 thoughts on “Grandpa’s coming”

  1. Everyone in our house loves Papa, he’s the fun one, I’m the …not fun one. Why is it he can find the inner child and I can’t? He says don’t worry and that’s all I do. He says have fun and I wonder who’s going to clean up the mess. I plan to be a little less cranky this year, but gosh darn it we won’t eat if I don’t plan. Anyway, have fun, relax and enjoy not having to cook. Happy Thanksgiving.

  2. People are upset that I am always finding my inner child . . . she’s a brat. Hope your Thanksgiving is a happy one; the Pilgrims remain lost. Deviled eggs are in the refrigerator.
    Guess this is a stream of consciousness reply.

  3. I too have finished deviled eggs and a pumpkin cheesecake. Family and chaos arrive in three hours. I’m going to take a nap to prepare.

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