I’m back to writing after a brief Turkey Day hiatus. Hope you all enjoyed your time with family and friends. I know I sure did!
Hopping back into the fray with Trifecta’s weekly challenge. This week they asked that we give them 33-333 words using:
1. a long pointed tooth; especially : a horse’s canine
2. an interjection used to express disdain or reproach
3. buttocks (slang)
Want to catch up? Read The Guest Part XIV here. We join our happy couple with Matt still narrating the story as he prepares for the Thanksgiving holiday. Enjoy!
Foolish perhaps, but I’d decided not to call off the Thanksgiving arrangements we’d previously made. Things really could have gone horribly wrong. After all, my folks were set to arrive on Wednesday and on Tuesday night we were going on a solid week since she’d even come out the bedroom. I’d been bringing up food and sitting on the edge of our bed pointlessly attempting to coax her out of this hole into which she’d vanished.
Wednesday night came and she remained in bed. I fed my mom a story about her being ill with some highly contagious bug. That kept them out of the room and bought me another day to pray for improvement. It also helped explain why I was sleeping on the couch.
But apparently all the worrying was for naught, because Thursday morning I awoke to the sound of humming coming from the kitchen. My eyes focused in on her beaming face. A pot of coffee was brewing and I could already smell Thanksgiving dinner in the making. Her eyes met mine and a huge smile spread across her face. “Good morning sleepy head,” she said energetically.
I made my way into the kitchen, my mouth probably hanging open in shock. I watched as she plunged her hand deep into the turkey’s cavity and pulled out the innards. She then rubbed olive oil and seasoning all over the bird and finished by stuffing it with all manner of vegetables and herbs. My girlfriend, the vegetarian, was joyfully preparing our Thanksgiving feast without flinching. In fact, she simply continued to hum and smile.
She washed her hands, popped the turkey into the oven, and turned around and winked at me. “This is going to be a fine meal my love,” she said. And as she walked by I felt a slap on my tush.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, her head cocked ever so slightly, bottom lip poking out in a faux pout. “Cat got your tongue?”
Stay positive & love your life!
Listening to: Tegan And Sara – Northshore
First song that popped into my head this morning:
It’s amazing what pops into your head out of nowhere. I’m going to start including these from time to time. Some of them are quite bizarre.
Eating: Leftover Mellow Mushroom
Random fact: I did in fact prepare the turkey this Thanksgiving. I’m also a vegetarian.