oh my lord. jen just stormed into my room saying i had to get up. she's going off about guests arriving in 6 hours and how the turkey is still sitting in the sink.
sigh, dad always waits until the last minute and then jen has to do it. maybe i should’ve said something last night but i was busy fighting the locusts. we’re going to save the world fenix!
jen looks crazy. i don’t think she even brushed her hair yet. she's still in her pjs. it’s funny when she swears because she normally doesn’t. it’s the same every christmas eve. oh bother, she’s stopped talking and is looking at me now. i better get up.
how are we going to eat a 30lbs turkey?! aw dad, don’t tell her you didn’t prep the prime rib either. there she goes again. i am going to do all the non-kitchen chores. i’m pretty sure i saw some presents that needed to be wrapped.
dad, don’t ask jen what’s for lunch. she is holding a knife. i will go pick up my other sister from the station. wait, dad is going for his car keys. i have to escape. dang, he left first. jen’s looking at me. if i don’t move maybe she won’t see me.
ok, all the meats are in the oven. lunch is done. jen is quietly watching the football game on tv. oh dear, mom just asked her if she made dessert. there she goes again.
"in the sea, the fish have learned to laugh. in the sea.." - kim
11 years ago
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