Dear Grandma,
I got about two hours of sleep last night. David was on call with work and had to take off down south to a coastal town near you. We all stayed up until he called to say he was headed back towards the valley. He arrived home shortly before I rolled rolled out of bed around 6:30.
Grandma, please don't judge me, but as the weight of what I still needed to do in the first hour of the day hit me -- I really wanted a hard drink. Not one of Jeff's girly weak drinks, but a drink hard enough to knock a sock off of Chuck Norris.
Amazing, so far, I've made the stuffing, the pie is in the oven, my rolls are rising, and the mashed potatoes are in the works. All without a single calorie of food or an ounce of caffeine in my body.
I do have some confessions. I nuked my roll dough at Power 3 in the microwave. It's frozen dough, which I forgot to thaw last night. I hope they still rise, I'm thinking about setting up a camera for a time-laspe video so I can be sure. I also over boiled the mashed potatoes, they were still drainable, but they're on the stove getting the rest of the steam out.
Oh, and the stuffing. I used store-bought bread cubes from Winco. I *was* going to do my own seasonings, but Hunter showed up and is sleeping in the room where all of the excess spices Crazy Aunt Shirley sent me as a wedding gift are stored. Of course, all the spices I would need were in that box and not on my spice rack. So, I used the omnious spice package that came with the bread cubes. Oh, and I only used onion and celery... no carrots, both because of time... and I'm apparently very allergic to them now.
You know your pecan pie recipe? I'm not using it. I'm sorry Grandma. When I saw how easy the Pioneer Woman's recipe is, I decided to go with hers and not even look at yours. Oh, and I ran out of time this week -- I never made the pie crust. That's right, I'm using Safeway Select Frozen Pie Crust.
Grandma, I have to get going... there's more I need to do. I'm just hoping I survive this Thanksgiving, and the future ones. Right now, Thanksgiving is looking like the one day of the year where our kids will be asking Jeff why Mommy locked herself in the bedroom with a bottle an adult's-only drink that gets people in trouble.
Send lots of prayers for me to God today, I'm going to need it.
Your second grandchild, with lots of love,
Meg
ound: the boys did not like that too much!!!! 
