Turkey Day.

Let me just start by reminding y'all that I? Don't cook.

Yesterday I reminded my husband that if we wanted to eat today we would have to find some groceries because lots of places would be closed. So we braved Volde-Mart. Specifically we braved it twice because the first time I ended up with a headache and the nerve in my back having a sudden and unexplainable spaz attack in the pop aisle after an hour so we went home and took the dog to the vet where he was pronounced ALL BETTER although yet again he tried to take off the vet's aides fingers with the pointy bits of his face.

Less than an hour after we get him home he starts sneezing and panting, by the way. I suspect he now has a cold.

Volde-Mart part duex. I make a list. I tell hubby I'm not going back, I can't go back, he can't make me go back. I don't wanna. There was a tongue and some spit noises involved. In a non-fun non-kinky way.

So today we had a turkey breast in what appears to be a hair net, drowning in the crockpot. Green bean casserole with a bit too much pepper because I said to hell with looking for a measuring spoon and I hate pepper anyway but Hubby wanted it so I'll just shake this thing a few times and call it good. Instant mashed potatoes from a box - cheesey garlic, in case you were curious. And some sort of dehydrated bread and something gross my husband insisted he needed to have that the box claimed was stuffing. I will spare you my initial observations on that one.

I remembered I actually had to cook at some point today around 4:30 this afternoon and managed to time everything to be done just before 5:30. However Captain wasn't finished hosing down the stinky carpet outside for another hour and by that time the food was cold and I was full of Doritos, so dinner was not a success.

Speaking of the saga of the stinky carpet. You may remember that when we moved into this house the small office and hallway reeked of pissy (literally) Tom Cat and that the stench was so bad that when we asked if we could have the carpet removed and replaced at our own expense and were told no we pulled the carpet up anyway and stored it in the garage with the intention of putting it back down the day we moved, ripe and ready for the new tenants. Then our landlords sold the house to another rental company who now want to walk through and inspect the house for insurance purposes. We got the letter on Wed, letting us know they'd be here on Monday.

We could leave the stinky carpet in the garage and just tell them what we did, but Hubby is afraid it might mean we'd be kicked out for violating the "we told you no" rule. Or we could buy new padding in the hopes that the stench was mostly in the old stuff and put the stinky crap back down. Which we did. Sort of. New padding was down and the old carpet was dragged out and I nearly vomited. So in a last ditch effort to avoid potential eviction (although we're perfectly happy paying rent for our concrete floors and no new carpet and I know for sure they aren't going to find anyone else willing to move in without them replacing the sorry crap they have all through the house) Captain dragged the carpet sans skanky padding outside and hung it over the side of the dog kennel and began attempting to rinse the stink out of it with the idea that all the cleaners we'd poured and sprayed on it all those months soaked in but never got rinsed out. It took hours to make the rinse water run clear, y'all. Hours.

We've left it outside over night to give it a chance to dry and we'll see how it goes tomorrow.

Turkey Day.

Let me just start by reminding y'all that I? Don't cook.

Yesterday I reminded my husband that if we wanted to eat today we would have to find some groceries because lots of places would be closed. So we braved Volde-Mart. Specifically we braved it twice because the first time I ended up with a headache and the nerve in my back having a sudden and unexplainable spaz attack in the pop aisle after an hour so we went home and took the dog to the vet where he was pronounced ALL BETTER although yet again he tried to take off the vet's aides fingers with the pointy bits of his face.

Less than an hour after we get him home he starts sneezing and panting, by the way. I suspect he now has a cold.

Volde-Mart part duex. I make a list. I tell hubby I'm not going back, I can't go back, he can't make me go back. I don't wanna. There was a tongue and some spit noises involved. In a non-fun non-kinky way.

So today we had a turkey breast in what appears to be a hair net, drowning in the crockpot. Green bean casserole with a bit too much pepper because I said to hell with looking for a measuring spoon and I hate pepper anyway but Hubby wanted it so I'll just shake this thing a few times and call it good. Instant mashed potatoes from a box - cheesey garlic, in case you were curious. And some sort of dehydrated bread and something gross my husband insisted he needed to have that the box claimed was stuffing. I will spare you my initial observations on that one.

I remembered I actually had to cook at some point today around 4:30 this afternoon and managed to time everything to be done just before 5:30. However Captain wasn't finished hosing down the stinky carpet outside for another hour and by that time the food was cold and I was full of Doritos, so dinner was not a success.

Speaking of the saga of the stinky carpet. You may remember that when we moved into this house the small office and hallway reeked of pissy (literally) Tom Cat and that the stench was so bad that when we asked if we could have the carpet removed and replaced at our own expense and were told no we pulled the carpet up anyway and stored it in the garage with the intention of putting it back down the day we moved, ripe and ready for the new tenants. Then our landlords sold the house to another rental company who now want to walk through and inspect the house for insurance purposes. We got the letter on Wed, letting us know they'd be here on Monday.

We could leave the stinky carpet in the garage and just tell them what we did, but Hubby is afraid it might mean we'd be kicked out for violating the "we told you no" rule. Or we could buy new padding in the hopes that the stench was mostly in the old stuff and put the stinky crap back down. Which we did. Sort of. New padding was down and the old carpet was dragged out and I nearly vomited. So in a last ditch effort to avoid potential eviction (although we're perfectly happy paying rent for our concrete floors and no new carpet and I know for sure they aren't going to find anyone else willing to move in without them replacing the sorry crap they have all through the house) Captain dragged the carpet sans skanky padding outside and hung it over the side of the dog kennel and began attempting to rinse the stink out of it with the idea that all the cleaners we'd poured and sprayed on it all those months soaked in but never got rinsed out. It took hours to make the rinse water run clear, y'all. Hours.

We've left it outside over night to give it a chance to dry and we'll see how it goes tomorrow.