Last weekend we (Randy, TRgirl, Monkey, and I) went up to the parents' for Thanksgiving. Yes, it was a week early. Randy and TRgirl rotate Thanksgiving with the families, and it was their year to go to our parents', but he had to work on Thanksgiving. So we had it early.

(I never go to my parents' for Thanksgiving. I hate the drive.)

We were cooking that Saturday and the turkey had finished early. Mom was worried about the timing because she'd planned everything else around the turkey finishing when it was supposed to.

Fear not! We will always come up with a solution. TRgirl was picking up the pan with the turkey in it. Mom had used and aluminum roasting pan. It had handles, but TRgirl did not use them. She used the sides of the aluminum pan. Said pan promptly collapsed and spilled the drippings all down the front of TRgirl. Goose had stepped in to help, and they didn't drop the turkey, but she was yelling. I ran into the kitchen where Mom was taking TRgirl out of her pants. I went and turned the shower on- cool water. At this point we were all convinced that the grease/drippings were hot and she was burnt. At this point, Randy took over her (he's an EMT; we thought it prudent.)

I walk out into the kitchen to see greasy pan drippings all over the floor. Mom was crying, Goose was crying, and I started cleaning up the mess. I took my shoes off because, well, feet are easier to clean. It took 3 washings to get the floor semi-clean.

TRgirl was fine; the drippings had cooled before she spilled them on herself. Apparently the clothes she was wearing still smell like turkey.

I spent actual Thanksgiving out at Bob and Steph's. It was a good time, up until I hit the deer on the way home. I'm fine; deer is not. Car is in the shop, but it will go on my comprehensive. Therefore, my rates won't go up. The End.