Murphy's Law: "Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, and at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way."
I know this is an art blog, but I just have to vent.
Great. Thanksgiving is just a few days away and yours truly decides to host her very first Thanksgiving dinner for both my family and my Husband's. I have cooked my share of turkey dinners with all the trimmings, but this is on a MUCH larger scale. I decide I want to do this because my Mom was always the one to host dinner on Thanksgiving. She loved to entertain and was the best cook ever. I wanted to do this in her memory.
So today, I'm sitting at the dining room table with my laptop and I notice our pretty new laminate floor is buckling. Hmmmm. I decide to prepare dinner, and inform my husband as soon as he gets home. Five seconds of me getting into the story of the floor, he immediately discovers the problem, strips out of his work clothes and tears out everything from under the sink. It is a sopping mess!!!! Upon tinkering with the pipes under the sink, water starts spraying wildly under there and I run downstairs to shut off the water. Takes me a good minute to find it and time is of the essence! So when I do find it and start to go back upstairs, I hear water dripping from the downstairs bathroom ceiling. My Hubby, being the silly guy that he is, installed a speaker in his bathroom ceiling so he won't miss a single moment in his hockey games while watching TV downstairs. Water is dripping like crazy from the speaker!!! Oh and later we discovered that it made it's way to the laundry room ceiling too!
So right now, my kitchen is being torn apart and the floor is being pulled up. I'm absolutely beside myself. He already went to Home Depot, got new valves and pipes and fixed the leak, what a great man. I hope I have a kitchen floor for Thanksgiving!!!
Thanksgiving dinner was a huge success! It felt great to be in my Mom's kitchen and having one more gathering at her house. Everyone really loved being there, and dinner turned out perfect.
I had a potato mishap the night before, (I was prepping the casserole dishes and spilled half of the cooked potatoes in the sink straining them!) and my Aunt Barb (lady in black shirt) came to my rescue with another bag. I call her Aunt Scrubbie because she compulsively cleans! There's no scooping potatoes out of the sink and serving them in my family!!! All the women are super neat freaks. She stayed and helped me and we had so much fun. Maybe she stayed to make sure I washed that turkey good enough, LOL!
See that other lady in the green looking at the camera? She's my godmother, Aunt Di. . . I wouldn't be the person I am today without her. I probably wouldn't have even pursued art. I could go on and on about all of them in this pic, especially my Stepdad, who made this possible.