Or so you would hope.
Christmas Eve was not going smoothly. I’d been cooking most of the day when the trash compactor quit compacting. Next the gas burners quit burning because the range was on the same circuit breaker as the compactor, and they have an electric igniter. “Wanna go work out?” Cheezy asked.
“Sure,” I answered. I wasn’t really convinced that’s what I wanted to do, but thought I should take advantage of his Christmas present — to be my workout coach.
So glad Too bad 24 Hour Fitness really isn’t 24 Hour Fitness. It closed early for the holiday. While we were gone, Hot Wheelz tried to fix the compactor, and sliced his hand open. The holiday so far is leaving us, or at least some of us, in stitches.
The prime rib (my first attempt) wasn’t prime. When sliced, it still looked like slime. So pan sear it I did. No one remembered to bring a veggie. Now that’s a crying shame. We had to substitute the closest thing to a vegetable — pumpkin Bundt cake.
Funny thing is no one complained. We ate; we played a new game; we watched the grandkids open their traditional presents of new pajamas.
So you’re probably thinking this story of Christmas Eve ends fine. Oh, you would be so wrong. About four in the morning, Hot Wheelz woke up with a violent case of the stomach flu.
Will family togetherness ever happen? Stay tuned for the next episode.
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That sounds like the usual for us minus the stitches (haven’t had that, knock on wood). Would be nice (odd) to have a “normal” Christmas eve. Hope the flu doesn’t spread.
So sorry! But at least you took the lemons and made, not lemonade, but a funny blog post that made those of us who had less eventful holidays feel fortunate!