Thanksgiving Part Deux

Okay, so it's Turkey Day and because I slept like 19 hours last night, I'm all "let's get something done!"

So I'm doing laundry and making, wait for it, real oatmeal.

Oh, no, not that packaged stuff for me.

Real stone-ground oatmeal.

Except normally I just boil it the night before and let it sit on the unlit stove all night. Yes, I really am that lazy. Except I think it's smart, not lazy, but we can argue about that later.

I even gave up my DD run, you know, the one I make EVERY MORNING OF MY LIFE. Really, DD should give me free tea or something.

I also waited until noon to call Antique Fossilized Uncle (so as not to wake him up too early) to remind him that dinner is at 5:00 and he's going with my cousin and not me. So I can totally blast Amy Winehouse and/or tango in the car on the way to Michele's.

I also decided to practice my ochos in the kitchen while the oatmeal simmers.

This was not my best idea.

Being post-menopausal (oh, dear God, did I just put that in writing, have I no sense of discretion? Well, no...) I get boiling hot in seconds. So add up the fact that I raised the temperature in the house because it was SO SNOWING when I got up, and I've got oatmeal boiling, and I'm twisting and turning around the kitchen trying to do several ochos in a row without falling down or hurting myself in a way that would make me miss Thanksgiving and I damn near stripped naked in the kitchen a minute ago.

Yes, this is my life.

(sigh)