I hadn’t even cleared up the turkey and stuffing platters, let alone set out the desserts, before I had my first holiday mishap of the season.
To be fair, this year it was minor, relatively-speaking.
I mean, back when I was in my late 20s, I spent Thanksgiving under a fort of protective blankets on the couch after coming down with a rare, grown-up case of Chicken Pox.
The doctor in the ER could hardly keep from laughing as I fidgeted my way through my not-so-well-baby visit. Leave it to me to mess up the poultry type on a national holiday. Hmpf.
Then there was the year I developed a double sinus infection on Turkey Day. It was full blown acute- bronchitis by the time Mariah Carey imploded in Times Square on New Year’s Eve.
At least my ears were clogged for most of it.
Ah, last year, though, was the granddaddy of ‘em all. The dreaded kidney stone. #MostPainfulThingEver On the bright side, it left me longing for the pox. Seriously.
This year, I tried closing the book on my previous bad Thanksgiving luck. Sadly, I closed the dining room door on my right pinky finger instead. UGH.
It ruined everyone’s appetite for the super fabulous apple pie with the cinnamon roll crust I made for the first time ever. Crud. Guess I saved everyone from over-indulging? I mean, I think I did. Everything got a little fuzzy until we got the bleeding and swelling to stop. #Klutz
Poor Kyle. My Thanksgiving streak seems to have spilled out onto my offspring as he came down with a bit of a bug in the wee hours of the next day. Talk about a Black Friday.
Guess what? It was still one of the most fabulous, wonderful days ever on PK record. #Family #Blessed
Ah well, heaven only knows what Christmas has in store, but that’s okay; I’m ready - just bring on the gauze, Claus!