My sister, K - a very unhappy sort of person (oh! How Winnie The Pooh!) - and her family have decided to grace us with their presence for Thanksgiving. So now, I've been asked to make a turkey. ("If it's not too much trouble.") A third turkey.
A turkey, stuffed and carved and with homemade gravy even, to go along with the pie and the bread pudding and the sweet potato casserole and, you know, taking care of my children and trying to keep my house relatively tidy and just everyday living.
Of course, I said yes.
Because I'm crazy like that.