Gobble. Gobble. Gobble.

It's not everyone that will show you a picture of the inside of their refrigerator, but because I have no shame and Taryn cleaned it out last week, here goes...

Wowzers, we have entirely too much creamer. Yep, count 'em, 3 extra large big boys. Yikes. But there is a theory as to why we have so much creamer. And that theory is that since it's a holiday, we need to be prepared in case of an emergency. Like buying extra water and bread before a hurricane strikes. Because you never know when something like this may happen...

It's Thanksgiving morning and as I stumble into the kitchen for the first cup of the day I make a terrifying discovery...

"Oh no! We only have half a bottle of Hazelnut left! And it's Thanksgiving and the store is closed! We won't make it to Friday morning with only half a bottle! We're doomed!"

So I buy extra. And what's up with Mark's industrial size bottle of hot sauce?

There sits this year's turkey on the bottom shelf, trying with all its might to defrost before Wednesday night.

Shopping for our Thanksgiving turkey has always been a bit of an event. My grandmother used to take me, my brother and my cousin to buy our Thanksgiving turkey at Publix every year. Yes, they had Publix back then. It was such a big deal she used to take our picture with the turkey in the checkout lane. We would proudly pose with our 22 pounder on the round turn-table grocery belt as the cashier waited patiently for the flashbulb to go off. It always took a couple of tries.

I went looking for one of those pictures but couldn't find one. Just as well, chances are I'm wearing a pair of plaid pants in them and some things are best left to the imagination.

Hopefully young Tom will be fully defrosted and ready for the oven by Thursday morning. If not, we may have to do to him what we did to his older brother last year...

Muahahahaha!