Turkey

Well, I am coming off of an extremely trying morning. I went to pick up my free-range, oven ready, organic turkey and in this soggy weather, he decided to fall out of the bottom of the box and onto my driveway. I know the turkey gods are punishing me for the meat purchase. I hope I don't have turkeymares this night. So, luckily, the turkey was all wrapped in foil, plastic and ribbons, so all I had to do was wipe it off and put the bird in the fridge. All this may have been funny, but I spent the morning with my mother, who can take bossiness to new heights. Also, I spilled soup on myself at lunch. So I am feeling a bit weepy and needful of yoga. I need to purge my mind of all these bad thoughts so that I may prepare to serve The Great Who Roast Beast without guilt or malice. Traffic, rain, falling bird, mother, the public, wildly erratic soup, and a goood argument with the b&c. It's been a bad, bad morning. Hmmmph... Add to it all that I am preparing dinner for six people who do not belong in a room together. I must not cook angry! I feel a top ten coming on, after I make some herbal tea and put away the rest of the groceries.